It was Shelly who insisted on pushing Arianne’s button over and over. Back then, Arianne would have sucked it all up and forgiven her no matter how much drama the woman caused. Because she was the aunt of the man Arianne loved.
But that had changed following this new light. Arianne might not act on vengeance, but it did not mean that she could continue to treat the murderer with the same amiability as before.
She returned to the office with all traces of her emotional upheaval tucked away and assumed an affectation of neutrality. The only thing different to her was that she now paid exacting attention to Mark’s movement.
She had declared to Shelly that she would not let Mark step into the latter’s place ever again, and she was damn sure she would deliver that promise.
The day wound down to the evening. Before work ended, Arianne strode into Mark’s office. “It’s almost time to go home, Mark. Let’s go together,” she said.
Mark hesitated. “Er, I have somewhere else to be after work. You’ll have to go home without me.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to see your aunt again!” Arianne grumbled as she deliberately played up the rancor in her tone. “You said she refused your offer to hire a caretaker. But isn’t she basically using you as one, by having you run to-and-fro and serve her goddamned unceasing demands? You’re a married man, for Christ’s sake. You have duties to your home, wife, and son. You can’t just keep throwing yourself at her every call! This the same goddamned woman who sneak-attacked Alejandro even before her leg had recovered fully—remember that? What she underwent days earlier was a small operation; she could still relieve herself or shower or whatever on her own! What is there left for you to fuss about, huh?”
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