"He doesn't love me," I mutter. "He thinks this is good for business." I let out a disgruntled huff, hating that I have to uproot my life and leave the only home I've ever known. "I have to move in with him and play wife to him. I'll probably smother him with a pillow tonight."
"Again, don't tell me if you're planning to off your husband. I can't do shit to help you then," she chuckles. "I'm serious. How am I going to survive six months with
him?"
"Maybe you can get some hot sex out of the deal and finally get over him?"
"I wish." Falling back on the bed, I stare up at the ceiling.
"How am I going to keep my secret from him?"
"Spend as little time with him as possible. Just because
you have feelings for him doesn't mean he deserves them."
"You're right."
"Besides, after the first fart, the crush will die a quick death."
I let out a burst of laughter. A knock on my door has me saying, "I have to go. Talk to you later."
"Good luck!"
I end the call, then say, "Come in."
The door opens, and when I see my mom, I sigh with
relief.
She shuts the door and comes to sit next to me. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, she asks. "How are you holding up?"