Isabelle’s teasing added a touch of flirtation to the air. Ryan chuckled and replied, “Being henpecked is just another way of saying I respect my wife. And yeah, I’m totally okay with that.”

He turned to me, practically begging for praise with his eyes.

I smiled and kept quiet. Some things were better discussed behind closed doors. In public, we had to keep up

appearances.

Edward sat there quietly, while Isabelle kept sneaking wistful glances at him–her girlish feelings were written all over her

young face.

Edward had that magnetic, mature charm, a successful career, and devastatingly handsome looks–no woman could ever

resist a man like him.

After dinner, Isabelle was still scheming to catch a ride with Edward, shooting Ryan subtle glances every chance she got.

She wanted Ryan to step in, and he didn’t hesitate–he just turned to Edward and asked, “Uncle Ryan, can you give

Isabelle a lift? She’s heading back to art school.”

Edward replied flatly, “It’s not on my way. You take her.”

got into his car and drove

and misty–eyed–you could tell she

to me.

nodded. “I’m going that way anyway, I’ll drop her

her voice

we drove off. In the car, Isabelle glanced at me and asked if I could put

low.

hit play, and a melancholy farewell tune filled the car. I reached to skip it, but Isabelle, her voice soft, said, “It’s fine,

leave it on.”

Isabelle suddenly asked,

trying to make something of themselves, chasing cash. Once they’ve made it, they just want more money–and

love? Don’t they care about that?” Isabelle

a soft laugh. “Women end up as their trophies, and

lives.”

big, beautiful eyes. “Vic, do you not believe in love anymore? Or is it because you’ve been

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