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It’s the other way around, silly. Also, should I come back in there and teach my brother-in-law a lesson or two? But, like, bring Lan for backup?
Drop the act. I know you like Eli and that the two of you talk all the time behind my back.
How…do you know that?
I pause. Right. How do I know? Before the accident, Ari was always an annoying little shit that neither Eli nor anyone aside from Bran, Cecy, and Glyn gave the time of the day. I would’ve never accused her of liking Eli when she conspired with Lan to start a small fire in his car after he rejected me. When she was barely fourteen.
Truth is, I’d have to recall something in the last couple of years to make that allegation.
My sister comes to the same conclusion.
You remember something?
No, not really. I’m not sure why I thought that. I have no actual memories to back it up.
That’s fine. I’m glad you’re getting there little by little.
Me, too.
I love you, Ava. You know that, right?
Love you, too, Ari.
Would still kick Eli for you. Want me to come back?
That’s okay. I think it’s time I properly face my marriage.
I don’t tell her that while I’m finally accepting this wretched marriage, I’m doing it for very wrong reasons.
Once I’m done with Eli King, he’ll regret ever marrying me.
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The last thing I’d accuse my husband of is being romantic.
He’d need to have feelings to ever be able to endure such a task and the world knows he’s a Machiavellian at heart and a devil at soul.
So imagine my bemused surprise when he takes me to a refined rooftop French restaurant with a stunning night view over the City of London.
Luxurious velvet chairs in a deep wine-red hue encircle round tables adorned with delicate lace and shimmering silk tablecloths. Glamorous dimmed lights cast a romantic glow over the elegantly decorated platforms. Soft music fills the air, creating an atmosphere of affluent sophistication.
Heads turn when we enter the restaurant, following an eager-to-please waitress. The blonde is definitely not deterred by Eli’s hand at the small of my back and bats her fake lashes at him.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she slipped her number beneath his napkin or in his coat.
It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. It’s been years, but he’s still annoyingly popular with girls. In fact, hisirresistibility is possibly way worse if one whole wife and the ring on his finger don’t seem to discourage the flirtatious behavior.
I might be married to him, but I don’t have any sense of ownership over him.
Not that I would want that.
I’m probably more peeved about the disrespect.
Eli orders nonalcoholic champagne with our food. Once the waitress is gone, I sip on my water. “Can’t you be less obvious?”
He takes meticulous care in unfolding and placing his napkin on his lap. “About?”
