Summary
I never shut up. My husband? Dude speaks in grunts.
“Yup.” “Cool.” “Whatever.” That’s his entire vocabulary.
Five years married. His lifetime word count wouldn’t fill one afternoon of MY talking.
Figured he was just wired that way—classic tech bro.
Then I’m scrolling Reddit: Drop a pic of your silent-type husband.
I post him coding. Dead-eyed, hoodie up.
Comments roll in. “Same.” “Mine too.” “Are they all clones?”
One stops me cold.
Wait—is that Mason Reed? From NexGen? Dude used to TALK. Smooth as hell. Him and Nora Ashford were the power couple before they imploded right before IPO.
My blood freezes.
My husband IS Mason Reed.