Chapter 3My Husband, The Muse

But in the end, I flash-married Caleb.

Seduced by beauty, constantly tempted by beauty.

Caleb was polite and gentle, making it clear from the start: "I need a wife to deal with my parents."

"Coincidentally, me too."

Back then, I was stubborn. Later, every time I bragged about "how handsome my hubby is," I regretted it.

—Wasn't this just slapping my own face?

But for now, Caleb didn't know I liked him.

I sighed heavily and messaged my bestie group chat:

"Mr. Thorne came back tonight..."

I briefly recounted the evening's events.

However, the focus of my four chaotic besties was clearly off—

Bestie 1: "Late at night, freshly showered..."

Bestie 2: "And saw steamy comics..."

Bestie 3: "And in the end, he just coldly put on clothes and went back to the office??"

Only Bestie 4 hit the nail on the head: "Tory, you weren't wearing those Teletubby pajamas, were you?!"

I retorted: "I wasn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Then I looked down at my Peppa Pig pajamas and thought, well, technically I didn't lie.

"Wear the one I gave you!"

Sasha called immediately, sounding exasperated. "Put it on and wait in bed for your Mr. Thorne to come back."

"Tory, tonight is do or die!"

I sniffled, gave a wronged "Oh," and rummaged through the closet to find the wedding gift Sasha gave me—

A themed outfit that extremely conserved fabric for the nation.

However, I sweated buckets and couldn't figure out how to put it on. So, I took a picture to ask Sasha.

After sending it, I continued to struggle with the outfit.

No reply for a long time.

Confused, I picked up my phone and realized in horror that I sent it to the wrong person.

Not only the wrong person, but I sent it to Caleb.

—I nicknamed Sasha "Hubby Wubby" and Caleb "Hubby."

One word difference, fatal mistake!

I tried to unsend it, but the time limit had passed.

Just as I was racking my brain wondering if Caleb would believe the split personality excuse now, he replied.

"Is this also a plot in your new comic?"