Silver's POV

I stared at my best friend in disbelief. I couldn't have heard her correctly. She wanted to get revenge on my husband?

"Revenge?" I asked her, my voice sounding distant and unfamiliar. "What do you mean by that?"

She rolled her eyes and leaned closer to me from the other side of the table.

"Yes," she said, that look of mischief never leaving her eyes. "We should do something that'll hurt him like he hurt you."

"I don't want to stoop to his level," I said, folding my arms across my chest. "It doesn't feel right."

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair as she thought about what we should do. Then I saw the light bulb flashing above her head and her eyes grew large.

"I know exactly what we should do," she said, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "His ego is huge; everybody knows that. So, why don't we knock him off his pedestal?" I raised my brows.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, suddenly intrigued.

"You told me that you painted another portrait of him, right? A nude one?"

her

smile grew wide like

it possible to

moment before I gave her a hesitant nod. I could do pretty much anything to a

hands together like some kind

brows knitting

his man bits so it's smaller than normal. It'll drive him

I just heard her say. My face was on fire, and I knew it was as red as a cherry.

say anything. Then, the imagery of Elliot with a small manhood in the portrait hanging in our bedroom came into my mind and I

bubble out of me, but once it did, I couldn't seem to stop it. I was getting strange looks from those around us. I covered my mouth to stifle the laughter, but it was no use. Tears poured from my eyes and my stomach began

that idea?" She said,

the tears from my eyes; it felt good

up with something like that? That's hilarious," I

at

men and that'll destroy his ego," she said, clearly proud of herself. "When does he get

told her. "I can have it done before

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