JANE POV
I threw my head back and laughed so hard my stomach actually hurt. I mean, the look on Nick’s face? Priceless. His eyes were wide, his jaw clenched, his fists curled like he was seconds away from punching the wall. Oh, I lived for moments like that.
“I’m just joking,” I said between laughs, wiping fake tears from the corners of my eyes. “God, you should’ve seen your face… you look like you’re about to cry. Honestly, Nick, you’re too easy.”
But instead of cracking, his face just darkened. He sighed, the sound heavy, tired, like I was pulling bricks out of his chest.
“Look, Jane,” he muttered, voice low and sharp. “I’m really not in the mood for jokes tonight. Where is my wife?”
Ugh. There it was. Her. Always her. Always Nara this, Nara that. Like she was the center of the uni
