“So?” he asks casually like it wouldn’t be a big deal if she went and blabbed about it to some random people.
“She threatened to tell you but that’s not the problem, what if she talks? This kind of gossip spreads like wildfire and you know it,” I try to make him see why I am bothered by her knowing. I don’t care if people know about me, I care because people may start to question this marriage and if these doubts reach to my parents, they may never search contact with me. My mom might be greedy, but she is not stupid.
“First, she might be bluffing and second, if is not, she knows not to cross paths with me. So, try to forget this conversation with her ever happened.” Dismissing people comes fairly easy for him.
“I’ll try,” I answer him and finish my drink with one sip hoping this pa
