Making small talk as we strolled through the cozy neighborhood, we decided to walk to a nearby cafe. However, someone spoke to us from their car, causing us to stop mid-conversation and mid-walk.
“Rosenna, how are you, darling?”
The voice that interrupted our casual stroll froze me in place. I turned my head slowly, my eyes widening slightly as I locked onto Vincent Garcia.
It’s not everyday you’re in the presence of a billionaire who remarkably remembers your name.
How are you?
The truth? Your son is blackmailing me, and I subconsciously find it alluring…
“All is well, Mr. Garcia,” I responded, forcing my voice into smooth professionalism, even as my heart picked up speed the longer Gavin stayed silent beside me. “What brings you into town?”
Vincent’s smile widened. “Well, I wanted to congratulate you formally. I know Beckham can be quite the handful given his temperament and indecision. Glad you were able to make him come around and accept the offer.”
I nodded gratefully, however… I had a hard time focusing as Gavin remained dangerously silent as he watched our interaction.
And although Mr. Garcia may have put a smile on my face for the moment, I knew it would be only a matter of time until it was gone.
Chapter seven
Rosenna
Sittinginthecafe,my hands twitched nervously under the table. Gavin was furious… and I was unsure why. After saying goodbye to Vincent, he was silent, ignoring me and my failed attempts to speak to him.
The waiter had just taken our orders, and Gavin took a sip of his water before finally speaking, his rage obvious but calm.
“When were you going to tell me you landed Garcia’s son?”
I bit my lip. “I was going to tell you soon enough. You just got a bit angry the last time I mentioned it…”
His jaw clenched in irritation. “And what happened to selling the properties?”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “That was a suggestion you gave me. I wasn’t really going to act on it.”
He shook his head, letting out a humorless laugh. “Of course you wouldn’t have.”
“Is that supposed to mean something, Gavin?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Rosenna. You don’t know how to be a wife and listen to your husband. I suggested you sell, and you ignored me. Anything I ask you to do, you fucking find a way to defy me, and it’s starting to piss me off. “
I stared at him, shocked by the venom in his voice.
“I’m sorry… is me being independent and doing what’s best for me and my career considered not listening to my husband? I contribute to the relationship by being my own person, not living in your shadow or following your every demand. What’s gotten into you lately?”
He stared at me for a moment longer, exhaling sharply through his nose.Like he was disgusted with me.
Then, without a word, he pushed back his chair and stood.
“Fuck this shit.”
He reached into his wallet, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and tossed it onto the table like he was paying off an inconvenience.
“I’m going back to the office. I’ll see you at home,” he seethed and left the cafe as tears came to my eyes.
Every time.
The waiter came over to ask if I was okay, and I asked him to cancel the order before I apologized and left. I did my best to wipe away my tears, but they didn’t stop.
