In one, it includes him, his friends, and me.
But in the other, everything was the same, except the woman’s name wasn’t mine.
It was Arabella.
Marianne's POV
The latest messages stopped last night.
[I swear, Arabella. You could’ve at least warned us you were coming. Didn’t you know Marianne would be here?]
[Exactly. Don’t let her find out you and Gideon are getting close!]
[I really don’t get it. Why does whatever Gideon and Arabella have to do with some third party?]
Arabella replied to that last one. [Some women are petty. She probably thinks that if Gideon and I patch things up, she’s out of the picture.]
From the start, Gideon hadn’t defended me. He never said one word to explain that I hated Arabella because she’d bullied me for three years.
I found myself scrolling back through the chat and realized this group was created the day we got married.
I remembered, on our wedding night, he didn’t touch me as he had to deal with a difficult client, he said. But the truth was, he spent the whole night in that group chat.
I wiped my tears and called my Colette.
“I suddenly want to go to the amusement park today. You free?” I asked, wrapping myself up against the fall chill.