MY DEAR WIFE.

“King, I am just…” Lucy started

“Enough, please.”

“Hey, you trust her facade?” Lucy scoffed.

“Payton is my wife and you will not… no, you will never disrespect her that way ever again. Okay?” He asked, seething in anger.

“King, you are making…”

“Answer me!” He bellowed, making the woman beside him flinch.

“Okay,” she surrendered with a frown on her face.

“Good,” he said and then turned to face Payton.

“Let’s leave,” he forwarded his palm to her and then nudged for her to take it.

Payton glanced at his hand and then swallowed hard.

Why was her heart excited because he took her side?

“W… we are leaving?” She finally spoke and he nodded his head.

“I told Mum we’re leaving already. Let’s go home,” he said, his hand still stretched her.

Home.

He said home.

Her heart itched again.

She swallowed hard and then dropped her palm on his.

As King tightened his grip on her hand, she dropped her eyes on Lucy who had the most resentful expression on her face and she tore her face away.

King pulled h