The Green-Eyed Trap

Night had fallen, and the sound of water running in the bathroom told me my husband was in the shower. His phone lay on the sofa cushion. Suddenly, the screen lit up. Out of habit, I unlocked it and glanced over out of curiosity. It was a friend request. The sender was a woman who’d recently become close to me—my so-called best friend. Her verification message was direct: “Hi, I’m Grace, a coworker and close friend of Claire.” I frowned. I’d never given her my husband’s WeChat ID. How had she gotten it? Curious, I accepted the request. A message came back immediately.

Grace: Hey, I’m Claire’s bestie. We met last time when you picked her up from work. She added a cute emoji. On a whim, I didn’t reveal my identity. Instead, I replied using my husband’s account.

Ethan: I remember. What’s up?

Grace: Haha, nothing much. I lost a game of truth or dare with friends, and they made me add you. Don’t mind me! She followed up with a selfie. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze hazy—clearly drunk. A few strands of hair fell loosely, giving her a flirtatious look. In the background, I could vaguely see a few female silhouettes, along with bottles and dice on a table. I couldn’t help but frown, unsure if Grace was doing this intentionally or not. We chatted a bit more, but something about her tone rubbed me the wrong way. That overly familiar, almost seductive vibe felt deliberate. Just then, the bathroom door opened.

My husband walked out, towel-drying his hair. He was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets still clinging to his skin. His toned abs stood out in the steam. Even though I’d seen it all before, I couldn’t help but swallow when he smiled at me. He came over, leaned down, and put on an innocent expression—he knew I was a sucker for that look. “Honey, I’m done. Time for bed?” I deliberately turned my head away from his warm breath and held up his phone. “Care to explain this?” He took the phone, read through the chat history, and looked genuinely confused. “Who is this? I don’t even know what she looks like. You have to believe me, honey. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Why would I look at anyone else when I have you? If she upset you, I’ll just delete her.” He reached for the phone to unfriend her. When I shook my head, he didn’t push it. Instead, he nuzzled his head against me like a spoiled child. I couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing me smile, he got bolder. This teddy bear of a man was trying to drag me back to the bedroom for his favorite kind of “scientific research.” But this wasn’t over, and I wasn’t about to let it slide. I wasn’t sure if Grace had added my husband with bad intentions or if it really was just a game of truth or dare. But honestly, choosing to add someone else’s husband as a dare? That didn’t seem like something a normal woman would do. If she meant no harm, deleting her would make me look petty. If she did have ulterior motives, deleting her wouldn’t stop her—she’d just find another way. Better to keep her on the radar and see what she was up to. After some back-and-forth, my husband came up with an idea. He had two WeChat accounts: one for work, one for family and friends. Grace had added the personal one. He’d just stop using that account for a few days and log into it on my phone instead. If anything urgent came up, I could let him know. Seeing how straightforward he was, I agreed. With that settled, he looked at me with pitiful eyes again. If he had a tail, it would’ve been wagging like crazy. “Honey, can I tempt you back to the bedroom now?” I pretended to think, letting him get anxious before finally smiling at him. “Fine. You’ve convinced me.”

The next day at work, Grace greeted me warmly as usual, acting like the perfect bestie. I played along, keeping my expression neutral. There was an odd harmony between us. A little while later, just as I was getting into my work, my phone buzzed. It was a message on my husband’s personal account. From Grace.

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The picture was of me changing the water cooler at the office. And she’d managed to make me look absolutely terrible.

Grace: Claire’s so strong! Does she push you around at home? Followed by a smirking emoji. I glanced over at Grace. She was staring at her phone with a slight smile, waiting for a reply. How infuriating. I forwarded the photo to my husband’s work account. He replied quickly.

Ethan: My wife looks amazing!

Ethan: When did you go blind?

Ethan: Even if you are my wife, don’t talk about her like that! …Fine. There was no point arguing with this man. I’d just reply to Grace myself.

Ethan: Changing a water cooler isn’t a big deal.

Grace: I’m so jealous of Claire. Her husband is so good to her~ Unlike me, I can’t even move that water cooler. I really need to work out more, sigh~ I shuddered. I could practically feel the flirtation oozing through the screen. Oh, you little homewrecker. Trying to make me look bad in front of my husband? I was tempted to call her out right then and there. But then I thought about it. With just these few messages, no one would believe me. She’d just twist it and say I was overthinking things. Better to play along for now. If she backed off on her own, I’d let it go. But if she insisted on humiliating herself, I’d have to teach her that coveting someone else’s husband wasn’t a good look. I gave her a few vague replies, but she didn’t pick up on my coldness at all. She even asked if “my husband” wanted to have dinner together. Of course, their “first dinner” had to include me. Funny enough, my husband had already said he’d pick me up after work today for a dinner date. After some hesitation, I agreed to her invitation. Then I told my husband about turning our romantic dinner for two into a trio. He was not happy about it. To get him to agree, I promised to finally try that “docking maneuver” he’d been begging for—the one I’d always refused. It was a steep price to pay.

After work, Grace linked her arm through mine and, as expected, suggested we eat together. When we reached the company entrance, Ethan was already waiting. I spotted him from a distance, one hand in his pocket, leaning against the door of his flashy Mercedes G-Wagon. At 6 feet tall, with a sharp nose and slightly furrowed brows, he looked imposing when he wasn’t smiling. No wonder so many women threw themselves at him. Before I could say anything, Grace squealed excitedly. “Ethan, over here!” I frowned. Ethan? She was way too familiar with my husband. Ethan looked over, and the moment his eyes met mine, his expression softened into a warm smile. He walked toward me quickly. Grace tried to make small talk. “Ethan, when did you get here? How long have you been waiting? Today we—” She didn’t get to finish. Ethan didn’t even glance at her. He took my bag and gently massaged my shoulders. “Tough day at work, honey? I told you, you don’t have to work. Let me take care of you. Or come work at my company—pick any position you want.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grace’s face turn pale. I sighed quietly but didn’t bother to rescue her. I wasn’t a saint. Playing along with Ethan’s earlier comment, I said, “Your company doesn’t match my expertise. I want to do something I love.” As we reached the car, he opened the passenger door for me. Just as I was about to get in, Grace shoved me aside. Ethan caught me just in time, or I would’ve fallen. She plopped herself into the passenger seat, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I get carsick easily. Claire, you’re always so tough, so let me sit here, okay?” She looked at Ethan with wide, pleading eyes. I was so angry I laughed. Without a word, I stared at Ethan, waiting to see what he’d do. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. “I’m having dinner with my wife. You insisted on tagging along, and we didn’t say anything. Now you’re shoving her? Who do you think you are?” As docile as Ethan was with me, he was icy cold with everyone else. Or rather, his coldness was his armor. Anyone who dared to get past it would have to face his merciless tongue. His words made Grace’s eyes well up. She clearly hadn’t expected the man who seemed so easygoing over text to be so ruthless in person. “I didn’t mean to… I just felt dizzy…” she stammered. Ethan frowned again. “If you’re dizzy, go home. If you throw up in my car, no amount of money can replace it.” Seeing the situation escalate, I stepped in, shooting him a subtle glare. “Alright, alright. It’s not a big deal. Grace, Ethan’s in a bad mood. Don’t take it to heart. How about you stay in the passenger seat, and I’ll drive?” “No way!” Ethan, who usually went along with everything I said, objected immediately. I raised an eyebrow. “I’m here. There’s no way my wife is driving,” he said firmly. Then he turned his sharp gaze to Grace, making her flinch. “If you’re really that uncomfortable, I’ll call you a cab to take you home. If not, get in the back and apologize to Claire.” Grace hesitated, but one look at his face told her he wasn’t bluffing. She reluctantly got out and climbed into the back seat, her voice still syrupy sweet. “I’m sorry. I thought the seats were free. I don’t mind sitting in the back. Please don’t fight because of me.” What a classic white lotus act. Ethan and I exchanged a look, both of us silently refusing to take the bait. I was mostly exasperated, but Ethan’s face darkened. His romantic dinner for two was ruined, and even though I’d agreed to his “terms,” he was still upset. But I had my own plans. Kicking Grace out would’ve been too easy. The game was just beginning.

Dinner was at a light coconut restaurant, a members-only place on the 18th floor. A violinist played live, and floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the city. It was supposed to be a table for two by the window, but now there was an extra seat. Grace sat facing the window. Seeing this, I started to regret my decision. Ethan had clearly planned a romantic evening, but my pride and curiosity had let this homewrecker in, ruining the mood. But we were already here, so there was no point dwelling on it. Instead, I decided to flaunt our love. “Here, honey, open wide~” Ethan obediently ate the food I fed him, his gaze soft. “Don’t just focus on me, honey. Eat more. If there’s anything else you like, we’ll order more.” Satisfied, I pinched his cheek and was about to order dessert when Grace’s grating voice cut in. “Claire, you should eat more. It’s good to have a healthy appetite. You’ll get stronger. I wish I could eat like you, but I’ve always had a small appetite. That’s why I’m so delicate.” She blinked at Ethan playfully. Ethan frowned, about to snap, but I squeezed his hand to calm him down. I didn’t want to make a scene in public. Fighting with Grace would only ruin our mood. But my restraint only emboldened her. She put on a fake concerned expression. “Claire, don’t take this the wrong way, but this place is way too expensive. How can we afford it on our salaries? Ethan bringing us here once is enough. Ordering so much is just a burden on him.” ??? Did she think my Cartier and Hermès were knockoffs? Or that everything I had came from Ethan? Did she not know I came from a wealthy family? I was so stunned I couldn’t even respond. Ethan suddenly laughed. Grace, thinking he was on her side, looked smug and opened her mouth to lecture me further. But Ethan cut her off calmly. “Miss Grace, don’t you think you’re overstepping?” She froze. Ethan didn’t spare her another glance. He gently wiped the corner of my mouth with a napkin and continued, “Didn’t you know? I’m a kept man. My wife works because she enjoys it. She’s nothing like you, who’d be homeless without a job.” Grace tried to speak, but Ethan shook his head, silencing her. Despite his smile, his presence was commanding. I saw fear flicker in Grace’s eyes. “You’d never be able to come to a place like this on your own. My wife was kind enough to bring you along. Just sit there quietly and be a backdrop. Why do you have to buzz around like a fly, annoying everyone?” That was an outright insult, but Grace swallowed it. Pale-faced, she forced a smile. “You’ve misunderstood. I was just having a sisterly chat with Claire. If she didn’t like it, she could’ve said so instead of getting you to scold me.” She grabbed my hand, tears glistening in her eyes. She looked so fragile that anyone else would’ve felt sorry for her. But not me. “It was Ethan who called you out, not me. Don’t blame me for his words,” I said, pulling my hand away. “I don’t care what you said. Let’s just eat. Try this—it’s the restaurant’s specialty.” Seeing our indifference, she opened her mouth but decided against saying anything more. The rest of the meal was peaceful. Grace was too stunned to speak. Aside from the occasional flirtatious glance at Ethan and her fake sighs, everything was fine. We ignored her completely, talking about things only we understood, leaving her unable to join in.

The moment we got home, Ethan turned back into that goofy man, gleefully rushing off to shower. He kept reminding me not to forget my promise about the “new scientific positions.” I rolled my eyes and shoved him into the bathroom. When I checked my phone, Grace still hadn’t given up. She’d sent a flurry of messages.

Grace: Ethan, don’t be mad. Did Claire say something to you?

Grace: It’s my fault. I’m too careless around Claire. Maybe I did something wrong without realizing it.

Grace: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.

Grace: Oh, by the way, do you like Kobe? I have a pair of signed Kobe sneakers. Limited edition, full of sentiment. I went through a lot to get them. Let me give them to you as an apology.

I couldn’t read any further. Signed Kobe sneakers? She’d done her homework. She knew Ethan was a huge basketball fan and that Kobe was his idol. Any basketball fan would be tempted by those sneakers. If he accepted, he’d feel obligated to be nice to her. I stared at the screen, unsure how to reply. Just then, Ethan came out. Seeing my expression, he guessed what was going on. “That little homewrecker again? Don’t let her get to you. I’ve already sent someone to dig up dirt on her. Someone like her is bound to have a shady past. I’ll make sure she regrets this.” I handed him the phone. As he read the messages, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I feel like I’m not doing enough. I know you love basketball and Kobe. Why didn’t I think to get you signed sneakers?” He laughed and hugged me back. “You’re the best gift I could ever ask for. You take care of me every day. You buy my clothes and shoes. I have everything I need. Why would I be upset over one thing you didn’t think of?” He kissed my cheek. “Besides, I’m not helpless. If I want something, I can buy it myself. We don’t need to play games with each other. Just be honest.” His words touched me, and my eyes welled up. But he always knew how to ruin the moment. He patted me playfully, a mischievous grin on his face. “Alright, go shower. Don’t forget what you promised me tonight. Or we could shower together if you want.” My face burned. I shot him a glare, pushed him away, and hurried into the bathroom.

I thought Grace would keep her distance after yesterday’s drama. But the next day at work, she greeted me as warmly as ever, acting like nothing had happened. I sighed and gave her a冷淡 reply. Then, out of nowhere, her eyes reddened. “Claire, why are you being so cold to me? I haven’t done anything wrong. Why do you keep making things difficult for me?” Annoyed, I looked up. “How am I making things difficult for you?” She sniffled, looking as if she’d been horribly wronged. Her tears drew curious glances from our coworkers. One of them, Marcus, came over to mediate. “What’s going on? You two are so close. Can’t you talk it out? Why is Grace crying?” Grace wiped her eyes, looking grateful. Then she glanced at me like a frightened rabbit before quickly looking away. “It’s nothing, Marcus. Claire might have misunderstood me, but I’ll explain everything to her.” Marcus, who was always fawning over Grace, frowned at me. “Claire, Grace is kind-hearted. Don’t bully her.” I was so furious I could’ve spat blood. “Bully her? You don’t even know what happened, and you’re butting in?” Marcus puffed out his chest. “Then explain it to me. Don’t just make her cry and throw accusations.” Fuming, I reached for my phone to show him the chat logs. But then I realized there wasn’t anything explicitly incriminating. Grace was still crying, painting me as the villain. I decided to walk away. If I couldn’t win this fight, I’d avoid it. But oh, little homewrecker, just you wait.

Once they were gone, I took a deep breath and opened Ethan’s WeChat. I sent Grace a message.

Ethan: Sorry about yesterday. I was a bit harsh.

She replied instantly.

Grace: It’s okay. You were in a bad mood.

Grace: I thought I did something wrong. I tried to talk to Claire today, but she seems to have a deep misunderstanding of me. She even yelled at me. What should I do?

Grace: Oh, about the sneakers I mentioned yesterday. Do you want them? I can bring them to you later.

Ethan: No need. I can’t accept something so valuable. Thank you, though.

Grace: Come on. We’re close. What’s a pair of sneakers between friends?

Ethan: What exactly are we?

She sent a shy emoji.

Grace: Claire is my best friend, and you’re her husband. What do you think we are?

I carefully guided the conversation, but she was cautious, keeping her answers vague. Still, my loosening up made her more chatty. She sent a barrage of messages, all about things Ethan liked. She’d clearly done her research.

Grace: Haha, I thought I was the only one. Most girls are into makeup, but I love reading about modern European history. I didn’t know you liked it too.

Grace: Sigh~ We have so much in common. I wish I’d met you sooner.

I didn’t agree or reject her. I let her keep hoping and sending messages. I screenshotted everything. Chatting with her all day was exhausting. After work, she didn’t come near me. She just glanced at me from a distance, a mix of triumph and pity in her eyes. Did she really think those messages were enough to steal Ethan away?

Ethan picked me up as usual. On the way home, he teased me. “Did you use my account to mess with that homewrecker? She was practically winking at me when I was waiting for you. If you hadn’t come out, she would’ve tried to talk to me.” I laughed and told him about my day. Then I asked if he’d found anything on Grace. His eyes lit up. While waiting at a red light, he pulled out a folder. “This is juicy. I was going to wait until we got home, but if you’re curious, go ahead.” I opened it and started reading. What I saw shocked me. In high school, Grace was already a classic white lotus. She’d stolen the school bully’s boyfriend, only to get beaten up by his ex-girlfriend’s gang. They threatened to beat her every time they saw her. She couldn’t take it anymore and dropped out. Her grades suffered, and she ended up at a vocational school. Normally, she wouldn’t have qualified for our company. But during vocational school, she somehow got involved with a department manager at our company and even got an apartment from him. The manager’s wife was fiery and had gone to the school demanding Grace’s expulsion. It caused quite a stir. When the manager showed up, his first move was to drag his wife away. Grace, of course, cried and said things like, “I wish you happiness. I’m not worthy of you.” The manager, true to form, took her side and threatened to divorce his wife. The school initially wanted to expel Grace. But she calmly sold the apartment the manager had given her and donated half the money to the school. She sweet-talked her way into an early graduation and a job at our company—a Fortune 500 company. The school, happy with the money and reputation, swept everything under the rug. The manager had been transferred to another city earlier this year, but the two were still in contact. I was stunned. Then an idea struck me. “What if I use your account to chat with her tonight and send the logs to the manager? Would that stop her?” Ethan patted my head affectionately. “You’re too kind, honey. Just sending it to the manager?” I blinked. Kind? Was he wearing rose-colored glasses? “Chatting with her tonight is a good idea, though,” he said, a glint of malice in his eyes. “But honey, what do you think would happen if the manager’s wife found out that Grace not only hasn’t cut ties with her husband but also got a job at his company?” I thought about it and grinned. “You want to ruin her, don’t you?” He smiled helplessly. “What can I say? She messed with my wife.”

I didn’t expect Ethan to move so fast. The next morning, I saw a crowd gathered at the company entrance. The manager’s wife was a force to be reckoned with. She’d hung a banner that read: “Grace—a vocational school graduate, homewrecker, and unqualified employee who got her job through connections!” As I got closer, I heard Grace’s sobs. Her lapdog, Marcus, was arguing with a middle-aged woman. “Hey, lady, if you can’t keep your man, don’t blame Grace.” The woman, presumably the manager’s wife, shot back, “Is that fox too scared to speak for herself? I’ll have you know, everything she took from my husband is marital property. If she doesn’t give it back, I’ll make her life a living hell!” She grabbed Grace, and a scuffle broke out. The woman had brought backup, and Marcus was no match for them. They held him back while Grace got roughed up. One of them even sneered at Marcus, “Kid, why are you wasting your time on a woman like her?” Marcus could only scream in frustration. Grace, meanwhile, was crying pitifully, looking around for sympathy. “It’s not true. Manager Wang and I are just friends. They’re lying…” Her sobs tugged at a few heartstrings, but the manager’s wife’s fury was too intimidating. The chaos didn’t stop until Manager Wang himself showed up. His face pale, he dispersed the crowd and helped Grace up before turning on his wife. “I told you, there’s nothing between Grace and me. You’ve already made a scene once. Isn’t that enough?” His wife laughed coldly and pulled out a stack of photos. One look, and Manager Wang’s face changed. But his wife was beyond caring. She scattered the photos on the ground. “Take a look, everyone! See what your innocent little goddess has been up to! My husband has been transferring our assets to this fox. I’ve stood by him through thick and thin, and this is how he repays me!” Her outburst shifted from anger to heartbreak, earning her some sympathy. I picked up one of the photos. Wow. Grace really had been busy. Wasn’t distributing these photos illegal? Just as I was zoning out, the situation took another turn. Faced with irrefutable evidence, Manager Wang stopped denying it. “It’s your fault! You’re always suspicious and annoying. Grace and I are true loves. If it weren’t for her, I would’ve divorced you long ago. And now you come here causing trouble?” Grace chimed in, her voice trembling. “Lisa, when you find true love, you’ll understand. I’ve been trying not to interfere, but why do you keep targeting me?”

Seeing the middle-aged woman at a loss for words, I decided it was time to step in. “True love?” I sneered. “If you and Manager Wang are true loves, then why did you tell my husband yesterday that he’s your true love?” Grace’s face went pale, but she clung to her innocent act. “Claire, even if we have our differences, you can’t slander me like this.” “You won’t confess until you see the evidence, will you?” I pulled out my phone and handed it to Manager Wang. “Take a look at her chat logs with my husband. It’s all there.” Grace tried to stop him, but the manager’s wife blocked her. I found a seat and made myself comfortable. “Manager Wang, if you doubt it’s really Grace, you can check the WeChat ID. And she even sent voice messages. Listen to those too, so she can’t claim her account was hacked.” Ignoring Grace’s murderous glare, I rested my chin on my hand and looked out the window, suddenly missing Ethan. These plans were all his idea. Last night, Grace had sent more flirtatious messages. Ethan told me to save the evidence and get her to send voice messages to seal the deal. The content was pure tea. If Ethan weren’t devoted to me, anyone else would’ve fallen for it. “Ethan, I haven’t had such a great chat in a long time. You’re my soulmate.” “Ethan, maybe I should delete you. Claire will misunderstand.” “I’m scared that if we keep talking, I won’t be able to control my feelings.” She sent that last one as a voice message, her voice soft and melancholic. “Forget it. I can’t bring myself to delete you. Why don’t you delete me instead? I just can’t do it myself.” As Manager Wang read the logs, his face grew ashen. Finally, he slapped Grace. “You liar! You said you loved me! And now you’re chasing after another man?” Grace was too stunned to speak. She hadn’t expected to be caught so easily. “No wonder you’ve been talking about breaking up for my sake. You already found someone else. Look at yourself. Who else would want you?”

In the end, the company’s management got involved. Manager Wang was fired for abusing his power and violating company policy. His wife filed for divorce, vowing to sue Grace to get back every penny she’d taken. Grace was also fired. When the crowd dispersed, Grace looked at me with hatred. “Claire, I’ve lost everything. My reputation is ruined. Are you happy now?” I smiled. “Happy? Of course I am. Evil gets its just reward. Shouldn’t I be happy?” That seemed to push her over the edge. She lunged at me like a madwoman. But a hand reached out and shoved her to the ground. “Ethan? What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?” I asked, surprised. He smiled and took my hand. “I was worried about you. I handled some things at the office and came straight here. Good thing I made it.” Seeing us together, Grace lost it. “You two set me up! Claire, you knew all along, didn’t you?” Ethan frowned, but I patted his hand to calm him down. Since Grace would probably never show her face again, I decided to let her have it. “Yes, I knew. So what? Did I make you covet someone else’s husband? Did I force you to cheat? Did I tell you to play both sides? Everything that happened today is your own fault. Don’t blame me.” She was speechless for a moment, then turned to Ethan with a wounded expression. “Ethan, look at how vicious she is. How can you love someone like her?” Ethan laughed, his gaze full of adoration. “My wife looks adorable when she’s angry.” Grace was stunned by his shamelessness. I playfully slapped him, but my heart was full of sweetness. “Grace, for old times’ sake, let me give you some advice. Be a better person.” I straightened up. “Making mistakes isn’t the end of the world. But not learning from them and repeating them? That’s how you ruin your life.” She burst into tears. “Claire, you’ve had everything handed to you on a silver platter. Your parents doted on you. Then you met Ethan, who loves and cherishes you. It’s easy for you to lecture me. But what do I have? My parents divorced when I was young. I remember the woman who stole my father telling my mother, ‘If you want something, you have to fight for it. Being selfless won’t get you anywhere.’” Her tears seemed genuine this time, without the usual pretense. I sighed. Ethan’s cold voice cut in. “Claire has everything because she deserves it. Your hardships don’t justify your actions. Think about how Claire treated you before all this. Weren’t there people who genuinely cared about you? You just didn’t think they were worthy. Or maybe you only know how to repay kindness with resentment?” Grace froze, her tears stopping. Ethan put his arm around me. “Let’s go. Talking to her any longer is a waste of breath.” As we walked away, we heard a heart-wrenching sob behind us. Whether it was regret or despair, we didn’t know. But neither of us looked back. In this world, everyone has to pay for their actions.

After the scene at the company, Grace vanished. No one knew where she went. Her downfall left some people shaken. She’d always seemed so innocent, and many coworkers had secretly admired her. Marcus, in particular, was devastated. He spent a long time trying to find her, but someone who truly wants to disappear leaves no trace. As for me, I finally got some good news. I was pregnant. When the pregnancy test showed two lines, Ethan was overjoyed. He lifted me up and spun me around until I laughed and said I was dizzy. Watching the man I loved fuss over me like a big, excited dog—wanting to be close but afraid of hurting me, hovering anxiously—I couldn’t help but laugh. I took his hand. “Honey, I love you.” He kissed me, his face radiant with happiness. “I love you too, honey.”

(The End)