Aiden's POV
This marriage thing was getting more frustrating by the minute.
Not only did I have to babysit my silly, obnoxious wife, but I also had to play the role of the devoted husband in public. And let me tell you—it's not as charming as the media makes it seem.
Alexia was a walking headache.
The kind that throbbed behind your eyes and made you want to slam your head against the nearest wall.
She was stubborn. Unruly. Impossible.
And worst of all? She wasn't even trying.
At least if she was playing along, this would be easier. But no, she had to be difficult—rolling her eyes, whisper-yelling at me like I was some intruder in her life, like I wasn't the reason she was even here in the first place.
As if she wasn't standing next to me in designer clothes, holding a damn phone that I bought her.
And now? Now she had the audacity to glare at me like I was the problem.
