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.”

at the city lights beginning to twinkle in the evening, a

away something identical to what was supposed to

driving, asked, “Still

“Yeah.”

the divorce was coming didn’t really ease the sting of

eyes, not cursing as she usually would, but instead said, “If she really ends

are you planning?” I

You just focus on staying healthy

far, and as Christine finished speaking, she

Tucked away as it was, it boasted an incredible menu that attracted locals especially during the autumn

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I

I warned her, “Don’t do anything rash, okay? All I want is

heading to

fifty tables ahead of us. How long

a handsome

It was Steven.

this playboy to frequent

of skipping

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