Chapter 21 - Rubbing Salt Into The Wound

Today my husband turned 32.

He will be having his birthday party in one of the hotels their family owned instead of holding it in the presidential palace.

He gave me a ball gown, shoes, bags and jewelry.

Of course, he would not let others know that it was from him.

So, it was Major Kavanaugh who delivered it to me.

And it was Major Kavanaugh who would drive me to the hotel as if he was my date.

"As always, you look stunning, madam," he bowed like a gentleman.

I understood the shifting of how he addressed me in front of other people and when we were alone.

It must have been an instruction from my husband.

"You're not bad yourself, Major," I said while I hooked my hand on the nook of his folded arm.

"I am flattered, madam," he chuckled.

I looked up and caught a glimpse of his blushing face.

Was he shy that I pr