MARGARET POV
I entered the room, and my eyes met theirs. They sat together, looking radiant, their faces aglow with happiness.
Aaron's eyes locked onto mine, and he smiled. "Margaret, you're here. I thought you wouldn't be coming home soon."
I forced a smile, my lips curling up in a fake gesture. I walked towards him, my eyes fixed on his, and leaned in close. Then, I pressed my lips to his, a possessive kiss .
"Hey," I said, pulling away from Aaron's kiss and smiling at him. I noticed how close Phoebe was sitting to him, and my instincts told me to mark my territory.
Who does she think she is to sit close to someone's husband.Even though it's fake,she does not have the right to
I tried to sit between them, but there wasn't enough space.
I looked at Phoebe with a sweet smile. "Please scoot over," I said, my voice dripping with innocence.
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