Is Arielle married to Vinson instead of some old man? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!
Arielle is a country bumpkin. How is she worthy of Vinson who is such a fine specimen of a man that even I dare not fantasize about? It must be a coincidence. I must have been mistaken.
As if to prove Yvette wrong, Vinson walked over to Arielle’s side and wrapped his right arm tenderly around her waist. Without a word, the gesture confirmed all of Yvette’s suspicions and more.
Her last scornful remark of Arielle never finding happiness returned to her like a slap in the face. Yvette’s face was drained of color as an overwhelming feeling of dissatisfaction and rage engulfed her.
Why? How dare she? Why does a country bumpkin like Arielle get to marry Vinson and all that I‘m good for is Mason, this useless degenerate?
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