Forever yours, My Wife

Sophia stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse apartment, gazing out at the breathtaking view of the city skyline. Tonight was her first anniversary with James, and she had planned a romantic evening to remember.

But as the hours ticked by, her excitement turned to worry. Where was my husband, James? He had promised to be home early, but now the sun was setting, and I was starting to feel a knot in my stomach.

Just as she was about to call him, she heard the door open. Her heart skipped a beat, and she rushed to greet him, expecting a bouquet of flowers and a loving smile. Instead, James walked in looking tired, his eyes avoiding hers.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," he said, dropping his keys on the counter.

"Where were you?" She asked, trying to keep her tone light.

He hesitated, then said, "I had to pick Rachel up from the airport."

Sophia's heart sank. Rachel, his ex-girlfriend. She felt sad knowing he was out with her.

"Why did you have to pick her up?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

James shrugged. "She needed a ride, and I was in the area."

Sophia frowned, feeling a pang of disappointment and jealousy. "And you didn't think to tell me?"

He sighed. "I didn't think it was a big deal."

She stood there, feeling like their anniversary had been ruined. "Are you hungry?" She asked, gesturing to the dinner spread. It was obvious she was trying hard to avoid a fight.

James shook his head. "I already ate, thanks. Rachel and I grabbed something on the way home."

Sophia felt a chill run down her spine. He had eaten with his ex-girlfriend on our anniversary. I didn't know what to say or do.

Sophia stood there, feeling like she'd been slapped in the face. He had eaten with Rachel, on our anniversary. The thought of it made my stomach turn.

"James, can we talk?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady and calm.

He nodded, finally looking at her. "What's up?"

She took a deep breath. "Why did you feel the need to pick her up from the airport? And why did you eat with her?"

James sighed. "Look, I know it seems weird, but Rachel's going through a tough time. She is healing from a terrible heartbreak and just got back to the country. She needed a friend."

Sophia chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "A friend? You're her ex-boyfriend, James. And you're married to me now."

He rubbed his temples. "I know, I know. It was a mistake. I shouldn't have eaten with her."

She felt a lump form in her throat. "That's not the only thing you shouldn't have done. You shouldn't have picked her up from the airport without telling me. You shouldn't have spent time with her on our anniversary."

James looked at her, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry, okay? I was trying to be a good person, but I ended up hurting you instead."

Sophia shook her head. “I'm off to bed.” she said, before walking out on him.

“Oh common, Sophia. You need not do this. Please. I am sorry.” He shouted, running after her.

Right inside the bedroom, he pulled her close. Her eyes were red with tears already.

“I'm sorry my lady. I was just in the area and she needed my help. That's all.” James explained.

“And she had no one else to call but you, huh!” She looked at him, my voice trembling.

“Shush! I don't want to see you cry. It won't happen again.” he said, patting her back and stroking her hair.

Even though she was trying so hard to not fall for James’ words, she couldn't help it. She slowly dozed off in his cozy arms, as he stroked her hair.