Designed By Fate

UNMISTAKABLY POSSESSIVENESS

As Ryan steps closer, the air thickens with tension. “I hope you two are keeping things professional,” he says, his voice low and controlled, but the underlying jealousy is unmistakable. She can feel her heart race, caught between wanting to defend herself and the need to maintain the fragile peace in their relationship.

Her colleague, sensing the shift, awkwardly gathers his notes and mutters something about needing to finish a design. As he retreats, she’s left alone with Ryan, whose piercing gaze seems to see right through her. “I didn’t expect you to be so friendly with the team,” he remarks, a hint of accusation lacing his words.

“I was just trying to fit in,” she replies, trying to keep her tone light, but the weight of his jealousy hangs heavy between them. “It’s important for collaboration, isn’t it?”

He crosses his arms, a gesture she knows all too well. “Collaboration is one thing, but I don’t want anyone getting too comfortable,” he states, his jealousy simmering just below the surface. Leaning down close to her ears he whispers", You are my wife remember that , leaning in too, Oprah whispers a wife you claim just to be on paper. Speechless he stands rooted to the ground finding no words to argue back , he leaves.