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?"

blushed at her boldness, but

smile grew wide like the

it possible to alter the

her a hesitant nod. I could do pretty much anything

said, rubbing her hands together like some kind

asked, my brows knitting together. "What do

her voice to a whisper she said, "Alter his man bits so it's smaller

it was as red

stunned to say anything. Then, the imagery of Elliot with a small manhood in

wasn't expecting the laughter to 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

like that idea?" She said,

it felt good to let loose and

something like that? That's hilarious," I

beamed at the

and that'll destroy his ego," she said,

I told her. "I can have it done before he

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