MY WIFE.

“Where is your wife?” I ran my hand through my hair as I heard my mum ask.

I pointed my hand at Gina, warning her to not say anything, and then moved to the balcony.

Why do I feel like I was caught cheating?

Of course, I was. However, I do not need to feel that way.

Why should I?

“You are not answering me, Logan, where is your wife? I called her number now and it is not going through.”

“Mum, I don’t know, I am not with her,” I finally answered with a furrowed brow.

“Where did you go? Did you not arrive like… some hours ago?”

“You should have assumed we are tired and need to rest then. What is the call for?”

“Give the phone to your wife.”

Your wife. Your wife. Your wife.

I knew she was my wife, so I did not need my mum spelling it out to me.

Whenever I had called that woman ‘wife’ to her face, it was mainly to taunt her.

I knew she did not like it when I called that. No, she hated it very much and I find it more fun doing that.

“Mum. Can you not…”

“Don’t tell me you left her alone in