Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 92

“Both,” he answered without hesitation. “It was stupid. That woman meant nothing to me. She was just a quick fuck. I shouldn’t have brought her home and into our bed—”

“You shouldn’t have had sex with her at all, Gavin,” I said simply, my brows pinching together.

He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face before leaning back in the booth.

“I know I shouldn’t have, and I’ll do what I must to make it up to you. But I love you, Silver. You can’t deny that we weren’t good together.”

“You said some pretty nasty things to me after the fact,” I said, shaking my head.

“I was upset,” he told me.

“And you don’t think I was?” I asked. “I wanted to spend my entire life with you, Gavin. I was so in love with you that it hurt. When I found you with another woman, in our bed, it felt like my whole heart got ripped out and stomped on. Then, I was practically forced to marry you after I found out about your infidelity. It wasn’t fair to me. If it wasn’t for Elliot—”

“He doesn’t love you, Silver,” Gavin said sharply, interrupting my words. I clamped my lips shut. “Especially now that Shirley is back in town. Do you really think he’s going to stay with you?”

His words shouldn’t have hurt, but they did. Especially considering I had seen him with Shirley; despite all the things she had done, like drugging him and lying to him, he still seemed close to her. It hurt to see them together earlier; I couldn’t get the image of Shirley straddling him out of my head and Gavin speaking about them so simply just brought that feeling back to full force.

“It’s not any of your business,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat and hoping the hurt and weakness weren’t evident in my voice.

“He’s been waiting for Shirley to return for a while, Silver. He’s been infatuated with her for as long as I can remember. Everybody knows he’s meant to be with her. Your marriage is just an obstacle for him. You should divorce him so he can finally be happy and be with the woman he loves.”

My heart ached from this conversation, and I no longer wished to entertain it.

“I need to leave,” I said, about to flag down the waiter so I could pay the bill and walk out. Before I could slide out of the booth, Gavin grabbed my arm and kept me in place. “Let me go, Gavin,” I said through my teeth.