Cyril's POV
A few hours before Tatiana walked in, I was scrolling through my i********: feed when I chanced upon a post with her. It was a picture of her in a salon with a lady and a man. I got so curious, I stayed longer on the post.
The more I watched closely, the more infuriating I found the post. The man who stood beside her had his hand over her neck. I had no idea who he was, but I hated his guts already, just by looking at him. The picture was captioned “Here with my favourite peeps in the world!”.
Frankly speaking, nothing was wrong with the picture, except for the i***t that stood beside her. That was what irritated me the most. They were too close for crying out loud. Their poses looked too intimate to me.
Whether she likes it or not, she is my wife. She shouldn't be takin
