“Ariana is a married woman!” Michael added, his voice laced with venom as he yelled. The dining table went silent, everyone looking between Ariana and Vincent.
Meanwhile, the air had long left Ariana’s lungs. It was either that or she had forgotten how to breathe. All eyes at the table were on her, making her want nothing more than to disappear.
She could see the look of disappointment in the eyes of Harold and maybe even Vincent. That made her chest ache more,
After minutes or taking in deep breaths, she finally found her voice.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
Michael scoffed, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying the mess he had just made. “Oh, but it does, Sister in law. Or do I call you Mrs Davids?” He
