His reasoning: Edith had just cleared her name of being the other woman. Exposing his real relationship with me right now would undo all of that. I'd just have to bear with it for a while.
Edith settled into the passenger seat, all soft and delicate, and clenched her fist over her heart like she was making a solemn vow. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll keep an eye on him for you. I won't let any other woman swoop in while you're apart."
Standing outside the car, I didn't bother looking at the way her fingers kept drifting over the silver ring Patrick had put on her finger, that seemingly absent-minded caress. My eyes were fixed on Patrick.
"Do you even remember what you promised me today?"
Patrick looked at me with that indulgent, helpless expression, like he was coaxing a child who'd been denied candy.
"Edith's reputation is what matters right now. Can you just cut me some slack? Please?"
Every single word dripped with indifference toward me and unmistakable devotion toward Edith.
And the worst part was that he thought this was perfectly normal. He even thought I was the one being unreasonable.