Claire's POV
Oh my God. This is not happening right now!
My entire body freezes.
Slowly, I turn my head. My gran is watching with slithering eyes as she tried to make sense of what was happening.
"Grandma…hold on… No," I stumbled out, eyes widened and glaring at Louis. "What are you doing here?"
Louis just stares at me. Jax stood, equally confused, Grandma behind me, her eyes darting between Louis and I.
"Claire, who is this? And why did he just say 'my wife'?" Grandma asks with a furrow in her brows, her eyes squinting as if to see better.
"He is…He's just…"
Louis finally speaks as if just realizing what was happening here. He of all people would know that my parents are not aware about all these. He signed the damn papers saying that.
"Claire," Grandma says again, slower this time. "What is going on here? Who is this young man and why did he just call you his wife?"
