Chapter 33 My Wife

He thought to himself, "So she's trying to grab my attention. with this little stunt? Hoping I'll be curious enough to call her back?

Not a bad plan, huh?"

Meanwhile, Meryl was blissfully unaware that her phone had auto-dialed Dalton while she was busy shopping.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her new husband,

Chandler, had an almost ethereal quality about him, as if he

belonged to another world entirely.

To bring him down to earth a bit, she handed him the

responsibility of pushing the shopping cart.

With deft hands, Meryl navigated the aisles of household goods while Chandler quietly followed her lead. To any casual observer, they looked like a perfectly harmonious couple. Suddenly, Chandler's phone buzzed, breaking the moment.

He paused, glancing in the direction Meryl had gone, and answered the call.

On the other end, the noise was overwhelming..

you say you were getting hitched today? The party's all set up, where's your bride?" Chandler frowned, his gaze drifting back to Meryl, who

high, and she struggled a bit, her long hair

the phone, Chandler replied quietly, "It's too crowded. I

like you're guarding a treasure. It's a celebration, and the main event

up and easily grabbed the laundry detergent, placing

face lighting up

not saying a word, and

and tossed them into

through the phone again. "Chandler, are you even listening? Where are you? It sounds wild over

my wife. You guys have fun; put the

long pause on the other end, followed by Dante's incredulous laughter. "No way! You're actually grocery shopping?" Chandler, perhaps annoyed by Dante's

when she heard him say "with my

was he talking to?

asked, breaking her

replied, momentarily

good for women," Chandler said, leaning casually against the

frowned slightly. "But isn't cooking chicken a bit of a

fell

too long on her delicate

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