"What the hell is wrong with you, Ava? He is just your friend. Friend. Friend. And. Friend," I silently scolded myself with increasing frustration in my mind.
Gosh! What's wrong with me? How can I see Christian with that kind of look? That's so unfriendly. I know he is my husband, but soon, we will be getting divorced, so treating him like the one will only complicate things. I better forget the fact that we were ever married and enjoy these 25 days in the jungles of Thailand with my best friend.
"Ahem!" A discreet throat-clearing disrupted my thoughts, prompting me to turn my gaze in the direction of the sound's origin. There stood Mr. Kasetsin—or, for simplicity's sake, I'd decided to refer to him as Mark. After all, Kasetsin was a tongue-twister to pronounce and, undoubtedly, a challe
