Angelica’s POV:
Standing there, I stared at him, shortly a laugh escaped my lips, which grew louder and louder by the second. “I’m sorry, but I must have heard wrong. Did you say, wife?”
“Yes,” he replied emotionlessly, as his grip tightens around my waist.
“Wife?” I repeated once more, unable to believe my own ears.
He nods, “Yes, wife.”
I pushed him back, but I knew he purposely backed away, “W.I.F.E?” I spelled out each word, emphasizing it with my hands.
Putting his hands in his pocket, he puckers his lips, “If that’s how you spell wife, then yes.”
Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath, opening them once more. “A married woman considered in relation to her spouse?”
“Yes, I believe that is the definition of the word wife.”
I started pacing back and forth as his eyes followed
