Unlike someone I know, Viv is a terrible liar.
“Viv, look at me.” When she does, I ask again, “What’s wrong?”
Making a face, she flattens her hands on the countertop. “I feel bad for him.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“I know, I know, he’s a weenie, but…”
“But what?”
“But look at him. He’s miserable.”
I prop a hand on my hip and snort. “You’re the one who told me I shouldn’t marry the guy!”
“Yeah, but that’s when I thought you’d only be marrying him for his money.”
“Newsflash, genius: I did only marry him for his money.”
“I know, but now it’s different.”
“How the hell is it different now?”
“Because he married you for love.”
When I sigh and roll my eyes, she adds, “Plus, I know you actually married him for more than his money. You like the guy.”
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