I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
Hadn't I always acted timid and obedient around Jonathan and Mr. Ford Senior? If I loved him so humbly, how would I ever have the guts to slap Alicia?
"You really don't remember?" Aria tilted her head, not picking up on how thrown I was. She shrugged and glanced at me.
"It was Mr. Ford Senior's birthday. You two were there celebrating his 80th. Then Alicia showed up. I don't know the whole story—everyone has a different version—but what's clear is that you slapped her across the face. Right there. In front of everyone.
"Mr. Ford Senior lost it and threatened to make Jonathan divorce you."
She kept going, oblivious. "I'm not sure how it got smoothed over, but Jonathan managed to bury the incident. You two stayed married, but after that, no one really saw you acting like a couple anymore…
"Things between you two got really cold after that day."
Even though Aria was rambling, nothing she said gave me any real answers. But one thing was clear–there had to be more to my marriage with Jonathan than anyone knew. And I didn’t exactly have anyone I could aske
Probably only Jonathan and I really knew what went down back then. Bat couldn’t risk him finding out I’d lost my memory.
*Why does it seem like you don’t remember anything? Arla suddenly leaned in, sniffing me like a bloodhound.
Ishowed bet away. “What are you, a dog? You think you can snitt out anything?”
Even Frederickimwned as he looked at me, his expression unreadable but sharp.
He was too perceptive, and I didn’t want to hang around long enough for him to figure anything out.
“I should go. We can talk another time.”
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