"Ethan's point of view,"
"Stella, I think you look nice in these clothes, so try them too."
I knocked on the trial room door and handed her eight more clothes.
I made her try on so many gowns that she probably wouldn't leave the fitting room for at least an hour, so I could avoid any potential interruptions while I checked her phone.
Now, I can check her phone in peace. Unlocking her phone, I sat on the couch in front of the trial room and checked to see who she had been chatting with since morning.
Poor Stella readily gave me her phone, assuming I didn't know the password. However, she was unaware that every time she used her phone in front of me, I was paying close attention to the screen. I smiled at my wicked plan.
She trusted you with her phone, so please don't betray her confidence. You are doing something completely wrong. I received a lecture about adequateness from my subconscious.
Oh, shut up. Everything is fair in love and war, and since I am her husband, I have every right to check her phone. I disregarded the advice of my subconscious.
But what is between you two—love or war? As soon as I opened her phone, doubts began to creep into my mind. It's a war, of course. My ego quickly responded to this inquiry.
Why don't you fairly fight this battle with her? Why are you checking her phone? My subconscious troubled me once more.
I'm curious to know more about her boyfriend. She never talks about him. I didn't enjoy it when she talked to him constantly. To prevent her from seeing her boyfriend, I refrained from going to the office. Even though I detest shopping, I went shopping with her.
It's a total time waste.
I didn't accompany her to the store because I despise it when people seek others' opinions on their clothing. I mean, why do they need other people's judgment? They are free to do whatever they want, choose their outfits, and live their own lives.
I was furious to see her selecting her clothes. How foolish am I? Why am I sitting outside the store as if I were her bodyguard? Considering that I am responsible for a multinational corporation, I wonder why the hell I came here to shop. My ego questioned me about my shopping decision.
Through the store's glass wall, I looked at her. She was confused as she examined the clothes.
Why is she so confused about the dresses? She can choose any dress, and she will look stunning in everyone.
Did you say she was beautiful? Once again, my macho ego cast doubt on me. Undoubtedly, she is the most beautiful, intelligent woman I have ever seen.
Who is she speaking on the phone with?
I caught her on the phone.
Oh, so she believes she will be able to freely chat with him inside the store? I will not let this happen. I instantly got up from the couch and entered the store.
"Welcome, sir. How can I assist you today?" The store manager bowed his head to welcome me into his store.
"I need a gown for my wife. Show me your best options," I replied with pride, reaching into my pocket and taking a quick look around the store.
"Sure, sir. Here are the best dresses in our store." He showed me a couple of gowns.
"This one will look good on her." My eyes fell upon a shimmering navy blue mermaid gown.
I don't understand why I came to recommend her outfits when she didn't even ask me for a choice. When I approached her, she was preoccupied with her phone. I positioned myself closely behind her to catch a glimpse of her phone screen, but she quickly turned away, preventing me from seeing anything.
When she saw me in front of her, she was taken aback. I handed her the gown I'd chosen for her. I was looking for a way to check her phone. My fury and curiosity won over me, so I gave her so many clothes to steal her phone from her hand.
Oh, so she stored his number as 'sweetheart.'
How could she call him 'sweetheart'? She always referred to me as the Hulk, Monster, Monkey, and Haughty instead of calling me darling. Seeing his number saved with a heart emoji stung. She used to call me playful names like Hulk and Monster, but never anything as affectionate as 'sweetheart.' My chest tightened with jealousy and betrayal.
I checked her call details. Her lover called her 34 times in the morning. I was correct; she had just spoken to him. I was outraged upon viewing her call log.
"Stella, please come back soon. I'm finding it more and more difficult to handle things on my own."
I was busy scanning her phone when her boyfriend's text message suddenly appeared on the screen.
How dare he speak to her in such a manner? I will kill him. How could he assert his authority over her? She is only mine. I clenched my fist in anger.
I have to come up with a permanent solution so that she can't talk to him. I blocked her boyfriend's number from her phone by clicking the block option. That's excellent; now she will not be able to talk with him. I smiled triumphantly at my plan's accomplishment.
"Ethan, will you call someone to assist me?" She peeked through the trial room.
"What happened?"
"My zip got stuck; please send someone to help me." She asked me to get someone to assist but didn't lock the door to the trial room.
I decided to aid her and went into the trial room after looking for a helper and finding none. When I saw her reflection in the mirror wearing that mermaid gown, my hiccups began. She looked stunning in this dress.
"What are you doing here?" She turned her face in my direction, so I couldn't see her bare back.
"There was nobody in the trial room, so I came here to assist you." My eyes lingered on her image in the mirror. In the mirror, her nude back is visible to me. Upon seeing her body, my hand immediately itched to touch her feather-like skin.
"No, I'll handle it; go now." Her eyes remained focused on my chest.
I ignored her remarks and put my arm around her little waist. Upon sensing my touch on her waist, she closed her eyes and tightly gripped my arm muscles. I held the zipper and moved my fingers upward to close it. As I drew the zipper, my finger brushed across her spine.
Her breath was heavy, and I could feel a shiver running down her spine. I can see the impact my presence has on her face. Suddenly, a strong urge to taste her pulpy lips awakens inside me. I was about to kiss her when I lifted her chin. That's when my phone rang with my grandmother's number.
"It's done." I whispered into her ear and exited the trial room to receive my grandmother's call.