Leif
"This shirt looks nice. What about this one with those black pants?"
I stare at my wife, digging through our closet, trying to find an outfit to hang out with another woman.
"What does it matter, Ivy? She won't care."
Ivy frowns as she holds up two shirts. "So? You should still look nice. Make an impression."
I roll my eyes and lay back on the bed. "Why are you doing this? You were mad, remember? You stayed with your mom for the night after you found out and now you're trying to get me to make an impression."
She sighs and puts up one of the shirts and places the other on the bed next to me. "I'm not happy about it. But you should have a shot to be with your fated too."
I rub my eyes and sigh. "She doesn't want me. And...if she doesn't want the two of you too, then it's not goi
