He pushes himself up. “I need to get a social media manager to keep on top of that page. It’s a big job, but there’s no way I can keep control of all of it. It’s run wild.”

“So, you know what they’re saying?”

He shrugs. “I can imagine. Maybe ninety-nine percent of the comments will be supportive, but there’s always that element of asshole.”

“Is that what you call it?”

Josh takes my phone from my hand. “They’re all jealous because they’ll never have what you do. And I’m not saying that because of my enormous ego, but because it’s true. They’ll also be jealous because you are fucking gorgeous and they know it. They’re just mean.”

I frown. “How do you deal with this?”

“I ignore it. My assistant used to skim through and check for any threats, but I haven’t replaced her since I got rid of Mac. I need to hire someone to take care of it.” He scrolls . “Some of this is pretty entertaining. The nasty comments have people replying and sticking up for us underneath them.”

“Really?”

For a moment, he hesitates. “I don’t want you looking at this shit, Delaney. It’s meaningless. You got that? The only thing that matters is that you’re my wife, and I will love you until the end of time. I don’t care what random people on the internet say.”

I nod. “I’ll try not to.”

“Look.” He taps on the gold-digger comment. Sure enough, there are a series of comments underneath it.

Jealous bitch, much?

Have you seen the photo he posted yesterday? They’re in love and you’re just sour.

“Hate only wins if we let it.” He taps on the comment that says he could do better. I laugh out loud when I see Reece replied.

Are you serious? I’m fucking bitter I couldn’t steal her from him. She could do so much better than Josh Carter.

“Reece has your back too. Always. I think if you had a sister, she’d have no chance.”

I lean over and nuzzle his cheek.

“Look. Gabby posted too.”

Congratulations Josh and Delaney. Beautiful couple. There’s a row of heart-eye emojis, and I smile at it.

“Now, let’s put the phone down and enjoy our honeymoon. Tomorrow, I’ll send you the copy of the photo Reece sent me and you can use that for your wallpaper. It’s much higher quality.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s leave them to it and go back to sleep. I need my wife in my arms.”

“Your wife.” I grin.

Josh leans over and brushes his lips over mine. “My wife. I waited a long time to call you that.”

“Me too. I’m still not sure what to call myself. Should I stick with Delaney Carruthers? Or should I be Mrs Carter? Or Mrs Carruthers Carter?