Aimee’s POV
“Aren’t you scared about what people might say about you?” he asks as he eats the last bite of his steak.
I reach for my wine glass and drink it until it’s empty. I put the glass back on the table and looked at him. “If you keep on listening in the opinion of others to you, you will never be happy. They don’t know what you’ve been through and what you are currently facing. Hence, no one can tell you what kind of a person you are except you.” He smiles at me and I am glad to reciprocate it. His dimple flashes and his eyes brighten up.
“You are a smart woman. I’m still wondering why you agreed to marry a man like him.” My mood suddenly turns sour. I went out with him so I can forget about my husband. This won’t work if he keeps on mentioning him every time our conversation i
