Arianne could not, for the life of her, leave Shelly be without a comeuppance for forcing Mark into seeing another woman.
She mulled over her options for a while before saying, “You’re invited to enjoy me, but on one condition: you have to stay for the night. Do that, and you’ll have me. If you can’t, though? Oh, well. Your loss. Think wisely… Don’t say I never gave you a chance.”
Mark narrowed his eyes as he considered her, a cryptic half-smile hanging on his lips. “You’re rather vindictive, aren’t you? But… I’m happy to oblige. Tonight it is, then. Can’t see why I should be afraid when you’re not,” he teased. “Besides, my aunt is squarely in the wrong here, and there’s not even a shred of doubt of it.”
Shelly lied to him. She had promised him to never let Arianne know about his “meeting” with Saoirse, only to betray it. If Mark did nothing in retaliation, he would be setting himself up to an even worse future going forward.
They waited for almost two hours before Mary finally returned with Smore. She told them that they had gone to buy some groceries, and that Smore was kind enough to help her lift some of the lighter stuff.
The first thing Smore asked when he saw his father was, “Are you going to eat with us, Daddy?”
Mark nodded. “Mm-hmm. Daddy will be keeping you company today.”
Smore said nothing in return. No one could fathom the thoughts brewing in that little mind of his.
As the sky gradually darkened into dusk, Mark’s phone began to ring.
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