"I don't have a wife. " It was his reply that suddenly made her heart beat like crazy. "My wife died almost one and a half year ago." He added, a wave of sadness lingered on the pools of his eyes.
Angelica Marie stared at him in disbelief. The truth suddenly dawn on her, he was still single. Probably, the woman with the long brown hair like he was with on the mall was his sister. She haven't seen the face, and it was so bad of her to jump into a sudden conclusion that the woman was his wife.
How she spent weeks of sleepless nights thinking that another woman was warming his bed. Thinking he was able to love another woman after her death sent her in the rage of jealousy. Not that she would stop him from being happy, it's just that being jealous is a natural inclination of a woman towards the man she love. She have no control towards that kind of emotion.