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?"

at her boldness, but

grew wide like the

possible to alter

I could

hands together like some

perfect?" I asked, my brows knitting together. "What

a whisper she said, "Alter his man bits so it's smaller than

stared at her very serious face for a moment, disbelieving what I just heard her say. My face was on fire, and I knew it was as red as a cherry. My mouth hung open as she leaned back in her seat

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

take it you like that idea?" She

the tears from my eyes; it felt good to

with something like that? That's

beamed at the

she

this evening," I told her. "I can have it done

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