NovelEnglishSilver's POV I wasn't expecting to see Shirley standing in the middle of the palace foyer, especially so late at night. I looked around, expecting to see Elliot as well before my eyes shifted back to Shirley's. She watchedlike I was her prey, makinguncomfortable.
My heart was hammering in my chest and there was a large part ofthat wanted to take a step out of the front door and not look back. But another part ofwanted to show her that she couldn't bully me. I had cto welcthis place as my home, and I was exhausted. I just wanted to go to bed. The sooner I can get Shirley out of here, the better.
I kept stealing glances around, hoping Elliot would just appear so I could slip away. But no such luck.
"If you are looking for Elliot, he isn't here," she said, folding her arms across her chest. It was the first tshe had spoken since I arrived and that felt like forever ago. "But he toldhe'll be back." My stomach knotted; so, Elliot knew Shirley was here and he was returning to her. Did he wantto sleep elsewhere tonight so he could sleep with his girlfriend? The thought madenauseated. He hadn't mentioned anything to be about it, nor has he tried to reachsince I've spoken to him this morning.
I decided to just play nice and plaster a smile on my lips.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Can I help you with something, Shirley?" I asked with the most upbeat tone I could muster.
She smirked.
"Yes, actually. I was hoping we could chat. Just us girls," she said with her own fake upbeat tone.
"Chat about what exactly?" "Cinto the parlor with me. I'll have one of the maids get us swine and we can talk." She didn't wait forto respond; she spun around on her heel and started to walk toward the parlor.
I sighed and followed after her. By the tI reached the parlor, she was already seated and speaking to one of the maids.
"Right away, Alpha. I'll bring the wine to you in just a moment," the maid said, bowing before retreating from the room.
Shirly looked atand then motioned for the loveseat beside the couch she was sitting on. Clearly, she didn't want sit near me; or maybe she thought I didn't want to sit near her. Either or, I wasn't going to complain.
We sat in awkward silence until the maid returned with the wine. Without saying, "Thank you," Shirley dismissed her with just her hand. I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes at her. I took a sip of the wine and sat back in the seat, trying to steady my racing heart and keep my indifferent composure.
"So, what would you like to talk about?" I finally asked after what felt like an eternity of silence and wine-sipping. She took another sip of her wine and swished it around her mouth before swallowing. Then she placed the wine glass on a coaster and leaned forward and toward me, unsettling me. "Divorce Elliot." I was stunned by her bluntness. My mouth nearly dropped open.
"Excuse me?" She smirked.
"You aren't good enough for him. You aren't good together. Elliot and I have a long history, as you know, I'm sure. It was always our plan to one day get packs married and join our two together. We are powerful and as à couple, we would be ouk Unstoppable. You can't deny the facts, Silver." My chest constricted from her words, but I tried to make it seem as if they didn't bother me. I glanced downward and swallowed the lump in my throat.
"And if I didn't want to get a divorce?" I boldly asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe scoffed at my question and narrowed her eyes.
"Then, you would be making a huge mistake. Do you want Elliot to be miserable?"
"He marriedby his own choice. did not force his hand, despite what you might think Elliot was the one who showed up at the church and insisted we got married," I blurted. en.swhovels
From the shocked look on Shirley's face, I knew I had told her too much information. As far as everyone else was concerned, Elliot and I had an short relationship and then decided to get married. But I made it sound like Elliot arrived at random and proposed upon meeting me. In a way, that was what kind of happened. Except it waswho proposed to him; I meant it as a drunk joke, so I was shocked when Elliot actually showed up. But Shirley, out of all people, didn't need to know that.
"Are you saying you aren't in love with him?" She asked, hey perfectly m trimmed brows knitting together. I fiddled with my fingers, feeling the blush creeping along my cheeks.
"I didn't say that," I murmured.
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