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“When were you going to tell me your ex-girlfriend offive yearsworks for you?” I snap, turning so quickly he almost trips over my abrupt stop.
“How did you know who she was?” he counters with his own question.
“Um, she introduced herself,” I say stubbornly.
“No, the moment you laid eyes on her, you knew exactly who she was, don’t lie.”
“Answer my question first.”
“No, you answermine.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek. “I saw her picture. When I… stumbled through your things.”
“You mean snooped through my things. And stole my money.”
“I’ve already apologized for doing it. I was desperate to get out before. Can you blame me for trying to be resourceful? You, on the other hand—”
“What?” he growls.
“I thought we agreed to be honest with each other. Secrets for secrets. Knowing your old flame works for you… That’s something your wife is entitled to know, isn’t it?”
“Actually, no. It’s like she said, we’re ancient history.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “If that’s the case, why’d you get all pissy when she called your history nothing? Don’t think I didn’t notice, Pyotr. You looked like a kicked puppy when she said that.”
“How would you feel if I saidwewere nothing?” he snaps.
I bite my tongue so hard I swear I taste blood. I can definitely see his point, but that doesn’t make his reaction hurt any less. “Why didn’t you tell me about her?”
“Because she’s none of your concern.”
“Of course she is. She’s the ex-girlfriend!”
“Ex-fiancé, actually.”
I gasp. “That’s even worse!”
My heart twists in my chest. I don’t know why I’m so emotional right now. One moment I’m doing alright, the next I’m angry as hell, and now all I want to do is bawl my eyes out. It’s definitely not doing me any favors where arguing with Pyotr is concerned.
“You’re being ridiculous,” he says.
Right now, I’m so brittle and vulnerable, his words might as well be a dagger through my ribcage.
“You’re not denying it, Pyotr.”
“You’re making this a bigger deal than it has to be.”
“If I had an ex-boyfriend, ex-fiancé, ex-whatever—and you found out he was always within reach, how would you feel?”
“But you don’t.”
“That’s not the point.”
“This isn’t some sort of competition, Alina.You’remy wife, end of story.”
“Yeah, but not the wife you wanted. Just the one you were forced to marry.”
He looks at me like I’ve slapped him across the face. We stand there, the silence so thick I can feel the air stick to my skin.
