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“I didn’t want to get married.”

“Why not? You’d be…”

“What, a good wife…please. I’m sure I would be if that’s what I wanted. But I’m not the soccer mom, pizza party, arm candy type.”

“Who is when they get marri

ed?”

“My mother, my sister. No, that’s not the life for me. I like not having to answer to anyone.” He shook his head in disbelief at what she was saying. “Sean I don’t expect you to understand and it’s for sure I don’t need your approval.”

“Then why did you tell me?”

“I…thought maybe…I’m not quite sure. I just felt you needed to know.”

He nodded and looked at her and saw something he hadn’t seen before, shame. “I don’t get it. You don’t need to share a man.”

“I’m not sharing a man. I allow him to have his life while I have mine.”

Each comment was more insane than the one before. “Your life?”

“Yes. He wanted a showpiece and I wanted my freedom.”

“So you weren’t good enough to be his showpiece?”

“On the contrary, I tried it his way for a while before he got married and I didn’t like it. That’s when I told him I would help him find the best wife that wasn’t me.”

“What! I don’t believe this.”

“What, you think I should be ashamed of how I’m living? I am a successful, single woman living life on my terms. I don’t see why that’s a problem.”

She raised her glass to get the server’s attention to bring her another glass of champagne. The server placed the glass in front of her. She took a couple of sips and the thick wall of silence was up again. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. How could a man knowingly agree to the absurdities she was saying. She stood up and he grabbed her hand.

“Sit down.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, sit down.” The stern tone in his voice and the heat from his touch sent a chill up her spine. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time. She slowly sat down on the wooden chair.

“I thought you were upset.”

“I am, but not at you, at him. I don’t understand a man who would let you do what you did and not have a problem with it.”

“I told you—”

“How long have you been sleeping with him?” he cut her off before she could offer another ridiculous excuse.

“Over five years.”

“How long has he been married?”

“About three years.”

“I want you to stop.”

“Why, because you care about me?”

“Yes.”

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