Leo stood there for a moment, then shouted,
'No way! Are you in love with my wife?" he accused, eyes narrowing as he assessed my presence.
I blinked at him, utterly flabbergasted.
( Since when did Leo care about his wife? The unyielding man who barely acknowledged her existence had suddenly turned into a passionate protector?)
My disbelief hung in the air like an awkward fog as I regarded him with a mix of confusion and annoyance.
The irony was not lost on me—I was his wife after all.
As if to solidify our strange confrontation, he drew his sword, the blade glinting ominously in the cave's sparse light.
"Tell me, are you really into her or not?"
My eyes rolled instinctively, a gesture of both irritation and exasperation.
( Dumb squid, I mused, how will I love your wife when I am your wife?)
