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“I thought I shouldn’t since, and I quote, I have no right to tell you what to do with your body.”
“But what about your aspirations? Your goals? Do you evenwantkids?”
“I don’t see why that should concern you.”
“The fact that you’re my husband, maybe? If I plan on having children, I need to know you’ll be there for them since you’re hardly there for me.”
“Well, there’s your answer.”
It’s a blow below the belt and she flinches as if I punched her in the gut. But that’s better than painting the sky pink and giving her any form of hope.
Not in her state.
Even though I know how much she adores kids and dreams of having her own. She always stops and plays with children and dogs in the street and she volunteers at a charity to offer free cello lessons to children from humble backgrounds.
But that doesn’t negate the fact that she’s not ready for them.
“You know,” she murmurs. “I really hate you.”
“So you keep telling me.”
Staring me down with eyes less sparkling than earlier, she swallows the pill dry and heads to the sofa, then throws her weight on it. I watch her movements, searching for any sign of numbness, but she retrieves her phone and proceeds to text. She’s probably yelling at Ariella about whatever fuckery she witnessed earlier.
Truth be told, my sister-in-law could and will drag Remi down the aisle kicking and screaming sooner or later. I better help her so I can get rid of that nuisance sooner.
Though it’s virtually impossible to concentrate when my wife is sitting there like a snack waiting to be devoured, I try to get some work done.
I send Henderson my decision notes on the meeting—or whatever I attended of it. His answer is immediate.
My father removed me from the project since I lack respect for it. He’ll get Aunt Teal, Remi’s mother, on board with his decision.
Motherfucker.
I roll my wedding band back and forth, back and forth until I nearly snap my finger off.
This is a massive project for governmental aid for international development andImade it happen. I was the onewho worked behind the scenes so King Enterprises and Steel Corporation won the bidding. It’s my fucking work and my fathercannottake me off the project.
Well, he can since he’s the CEO. Worse, Aunt Teal will probably agree with him since she has zero tolerance for nonsense—it must’ve been a hassle bringing up a child who’s the definition of the word.
“If you’re done glaring at your screen and making people’s lives more miserable, can we go?” Ava stands up and yawns. “I’m bored and if this mood goes on, I’ll start rearranging your stuff for revenge.”
I glare up at the reason that I’m in this predicament.
Your reaction to her is.
My wife must sense my mood change, because her eyes widen a little and she grows breathless. “What?”
“You’re a fucking headache.”
“Hold on.” She rummages through her purse, then slaps an ibuprofen capsule on the desk with a sweet smile. “This should help.”
“Is that supposed to be funny?”
“No. It’s supposed to help with headaches. Oh, look at that. It’s the day we give each other pills. We should make an anniversary out of it.”
“As I previously mentioned, I didn’t force you.”
“As I previously mentioned, screw you. Oh right, I didn’t mention that before so here it is again. Screw you.”
