Chapter 232. Mean Wife

Ellie's POV

"Morning!" I greet my phony husband on our first morning in this so-called marriage sham. The words feel strange on my tongue—a mix of irony and genuine warmth. Who knew pretending could be so complicated yet so sweet?

Contrary to what I surmised, the night in his arms was beautiful. I didn't even turn. I didn't wander away from his candle. I slept like a baby. I hope he did the same too. His embrace was unexpectedly comforting—a fortress that shielded me from my worries and the endless loop of thoughts that usually keep me awake.

"Morning, wifey! How was your night?" He queries me as he turns to face me, his voice tinged with an almost teasing affection. His eyes are bright and alert, and his face is as flawless as ever. Not a hair out of place, not a sign of sleep etched into his features.

In short, not like me, who is saddled by eyebags and still battling to scrape the eye logs. I can't help but marvel at his effortless perfec