Page 102 of Be My Wife


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Her mouth parts in a shocked little gasp.

I drop her hand and face Lana. My ex-wife is biting down on her bottom lip and rubbing her hands together. She did that a lot when we first got married.

Symptoms of her uncertainty.

Of her discomfort.

She’d married a man she didn’t love. How was she supposed to handle herself?

At first, she’d been desperate to please me.

As the months wore on and I showed her that I was more interested in making her happy, in her satisfaction, in pleasing her than in anything she could give in return, she claimed that power. Took advantage. Got careless.

She pushed me away with excuses.

She covered herself in lies.

Like a fool, I ignored all the signs.

Until it all went up in flames.

“Brogan,” Lana says.

Her voice is softer than I remember.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” She clutches her purse strap. “It’s been a while. You…” She gives me an admiring glance. The one she used to level on me before I took her to the bedroom. “You look good.”

I grunt.

Her brown eyes move to Elizabeth. “Who’s this?”

“I’m his wife.” Elizabeth slips her hands around my arm, positioning her fingers to flash her ring.

I arch an eyebrow in surprise.

“Babe, you didn’t tell me your ex was so beautiful.” Elizabeth laughs daintily. “Did you get some work done?”

“What?” Lana looks horrified.

“Oh, it’s fine. If something’s rotten on the inside, you should do everything to hide it on the outside, right? Can’t have people seeing all that ugly up front.”

I pull my lips in.

Try not to laugh aloud.

“How… lovely to meet you. Brogan never mentioned getting remarried.”

Elizabeth leans her head against me and sighs contentedly. “He mentioned enough about you though.” Lifting a slim shoulder, she shrugs. “You understand if I’m not your biggest fan.”

Lana scowls. Turns to me. “Can we talk?” She darts her eyes pointedly in Elizabeth’s direction. “In private.”

“Is this about Steph?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then I’m busy.” I check my watch.

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