Stephanie's POV
Cliff walked down, still in the same attire as before. His forearms fully showing. Claire's eyes were fixated on him; it was clear as day that she was enjoying the view. Eyes drooling like someone put her favourite meal in front of her.
Even if I am just a contractual wife, still a wife. Eyeing someone else's husband while I stood there. I wonder if the world would call this a homewrecker.
"Why are you standing here?" Cliff inquired, standing before us. His eyes were fixated on me. Unlike the mischievous look, this one was sharp and serious. This was a look I got from others, not him. The look of hatred.
"I-I…" I didn't want to stutter, but my voice betrayed me. Why did my heart ache so much when this was exactly what I wanted: him to stop playing and treat me like I don't matter but why does my chest hurt so much?
