He hadn't realized he'd been waiting for something from her. A comment. A small smile. Maybe even a shy little update like she gave Jay every day. "I bought something cute today!"
But she said nothing.
She treated him like... just a man in the house. Not even worth mentioning her day to. Not even worth a glance of pride.
His fingers curled tightly into a fist, his knuckles whitening.
Why was he feeling this way?
That same uncomfortable emotion—the one he couldn't name—clawed up his chest like a hot wave. Boiling. Stinging.
Jealousy? Hurt? Something worse?
He hated this feeling. It made his heartbeat uneven. His calm crack.
Why was she treating Jay like a best friend, telling him everything, and acting so cold toward him?
She was his wife.
Not Jay's.
His brows drew together as he sat forward, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes still on the space where she'd stood just moments ago.
Something was changing inside him and he didn't like how powerless it made him feel.
