"Uh… H-Hames…" I sat up straight, taking the phone from him. "Where did you see this from?"
"That's not important, just tell me what it's all about." The way his face had twisted into a dangerous frown was making my heart race faster.
"Uh… it's nothing important, can you just ignore it?"
"Ignore it? Ignore the fact that someone just sent a picture of you, my wife, kissing fucking Tyler?"
"That wasn't my fault. I gave him a hard slap that day."
"Then this should be another day," He yanked the phone out of my hand, clicking on another photo where Tyler and I were sitting on a bench, with my head on his chest and his arms around me. There was another photo of him placing a kiss on my forehead and many other photos of Tyler and I in other positions that might've been considered romantic.