Rowan
Looking at the door with dejection, my heart filled with anger at Marc who threw the idea earlier. If only we didn’t proceed as he suggested, we could still be talking with our wives without them giving us their cold shoulders.
But you are the i***t who agreed... he's not fully to be blamed... I rolled my eyes at the mocking sound of my conscious mind. Yes, of course. I don't blame Marc fully, but if he didn't suggest this, neither of us would have our wives behind closed doors.
And having a hold on their phones has no meaning. Damn it!
“What? You were the one who agreed in the first place? I didn’t think it would backfire this bad,” he sighed when he looked at me with the same expression. Nodding, I hate to admit the truth. But... We did agree on a whim to do this because Marc a
