Chapter 167

It’s not the expected outcome. A grown woman turning to childish puppy dog mush, pawing at her angry husband like a devious minx. I find myself eye-rolling at the lamest form of female manipulation there is.

“You knew? You met her?” Accusatory tone as she tries to regain some footing. Alexi sighs loudly, and I glance his way to see him turn and butt himself against the table, throwing me an unreadable look before he downs another drink, and I try not to count how many that is. By the looks of his sudden lack of trying, I guess he has been prone to scenes like this before, where his father had to steamroll in to defend him, and Alexi mentally goes off on a cruise and leaves him to it. I stand here like an idiot, the third wheel and in no way wanting to witness this shit.

“He’s my son. He has no secrets from me, he never did. Unlike you, he confides in me and comes to me often!” It’s putting her in her place, and any other mother might feel a little appalled, maybe some gu