Chapter 47

On the way

to dinner, my mind was still a whirlwind, replaying the scene from earlier and feeling utterly baffled by my own naivety.

When Margaret threw that question out, a part of me actually hoped Bryant would stand up for me, saying something like, “Of course she can spend my money,” or, “Since when does she need your approval to use my money?”

But what did Bryant say? He said, “The car was a gift from Grandpa.”

That shut Margaret up alright.

a:

When Margaret made a scene, he didn’t recognize my car, let alone remember I got the car. Or maybe, he did remember, but he didn’t want Margaret to know he was actually nice

to me.

Here I was, Mrs. Ferguson, feeling like I didn’t even have the right to use what was supposedly ours. Did I really need to hide and tiptoe around his ex?

And yet, he could give Margaret a car right in front of me, coldly pacifying her with, “Come on, you’re not a child. What’s the big deal? Buy the same model in a different color. It won’t take long.”

to twinkle in the evening, a sour feeling twisted

to what was supposed to be a gift for

driving, asked, “Still thinking

“Yeah.”

was coming didn’t really ease the

she really ends up driving the same car as you, I’ll teach her a

you planning?” I

under control. You just focus on staying healthy for

Christine finished speaking, she smoothly parked at

it boasted an incredible menu that attracted locals especially during

Chapter 47

I

her, “Don’t do anything rash, okay? All I want is a smooth divorce, nothing

got it,” Christine replied nonchalantly, heading to the entrance

ahead of us. How long

yelled from an upstairs window, showcasing a handsome face, “Hey, Chris, come on up! We’ve saved

It was Steven.

this playboy to frequent a

up at the prospect of skipping the wait, and we quickly

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