Never in my life did I ever imagine that, of all people, I, Ava Rinehart Forbes–I better go by 'Forbes' until our divorce is official–would find myself having a friendly conversation with Mark Puttichai Kasetsin. From day one, he had been an incredibly annoying host to me, and his views on animals were just relentlessly cruel. Yet, strangely, I found it easier to confide in him than in Christian or my other close friends. Perhaps it was because I held a glimmer of hope that, despite our differences, he might understand me in a way no one else could.
My instincts proved to be on point. He understood me better than any of my female friends ever had. It was a testament to the wisdom of adults when it comes to navigating life's complexities. "Damn, girl!" Mark softly exclaimed as he listened
