Page 26 of His Infatuated Wife

"I did warn you, my love. I told you not to scream so much---"

Grrr.

I smack his shoulder, but Jacques only smirks.

"At least everyone will know I'm a good husband."

Oh, the arrogance!

I feign annoyance even though I feel secretly giddy. How lovely it is, to know that I'm the only one to see this side of him?

But as soon as the thought forms in my mind, I hear his phone ring, and it's like having reality slap me with the truth.

Eva.

I haven't asked him anything, but my instincts tell me that it's Eva who's been calling him nonstop.

He's known the other woman his whole life. I'm sure Eva has also seen Jacques being playful, and the mere thought has my heart aching.

Will I ever stop being jealous of Eva?

Jacques' phone resumes ringing when we've been cleared to disembark, and my husband is helping me down the air steps.

"It's Eva, isn't it?"

I think it's time to talk about the elephant in the room, but my husband clearly feels otherwise.

"You don't need to worry about her."

We get into his limousine, and as soon as the privacy window slides into place behind his chauffeur, I straddle my husband's lap, and he looks at me in surprise.

"It's true," I admit baldly. "I feel jealous and insecure over your friend."

I'm not sure why, but I'm suddenly confident about being completely honest with my feelings.

"You have no reason to feel such things," my husband says tautly.

I have a feeling there's something else he wants to say. "And?"

His lips tighten.

"You can tell me anything---"

"You obviously can, but you shouldn't."

Huh?

"You didn't have to tell me about feeling jealous and insecure over Eva," Jacques bites out. "You should stop saying things that will give other people the upper hand."

Oh, so that's what he means.

"You're not other people, though."

"I'm not you," Jacques counters flatly. "Anyone who isn't you is automatically---"

"That's where you're wrong. We're married, Jacques. That makes us one. And I don't want a marriage founded on lies."

Jacques stares at me in a mixture of frustration and exasperation. "I'm never going to get through to you with this, am I?"

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