Will you stop calling me your husband

Arisha, feeling the tension settle back into the hallway, forced herself to take a steadying breath. “We’re doing everything we can,” she said softly, her eyes meeting Armin’s briefly before she looked away. “But the next 24 hours are crucial.”

As she turned to leave, she caught Andrine’s gaze. There was a look of understanding there, of shared frustration and pain, and for a moment, it was enough. But only for a moment.

Armin’s eyes darkened as he turned to Seraphina, his voice sharp and cutting through the tension in the hallway. “Will you stop calling me your husband?” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Seraphina’s eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she was speechless. “What?” she stammered, her confidence faltering as she tried to regain her composure. “But you said you would introduce me as your wife. We don’t need a marriage certificate for it.”

Armin’s expression remained cold, his jaw clenched. “Well, now I’m thinking I might change my mind.” His voice w