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Becky, she smiles up at me.
    Shaking my head, I tell them, “Yeah, that’s not happening. I love Ava. I want to marry her all over again and have children with her. Becky and I will never happen.”
    Quickly, I stand and walk out of the drawing room, heading outside, when I hear Becky call out, jogging after me. “Wait, please.”
    I stop just before the front door and turn. “What?” I bark at her.
    “Keller has, or had, a girlfriend. I didn’t know. I showed up at her clinic. She’s a nurse, and when I was telling her about my boyfriend, she lost it. I didn’t know. I had no clue. Keller isn’t talking to me now,” she whines. I knew about her and some hockey player. This Keller must be him.
    “That’s not my problem.”
    I turn from her and open the front door, wanting away from this damn house and crazy family. Becky follows me, begging me to please talk with her. Finally, I agree. “Fine, we’ll go get a coffee, and then I’m bringing you back home. That’s it.”
    We talked a bit, she cried, and then I took her home, but not before the damn press got wind of the Veldhuizen heir out with the owner of James Enterprises. Fucking scumbags. Her father probably tipped them off, the bastard.
    That night when I got home, Ava was slightly off, and my mom gave me a dirty look. I ignored them both, since I was pissed about the whole evening, and just went off to bed. Ava never came up, and when I woke in the morning, she was sleeping on the couch with a book on her chest.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 6
    3 Years into marriage
    Ava
    Becky is in my house. The witch is in my house, and I swear to God, if she smirks at me one more damn time while touching Cameron, I’m gonna kill her. I’ll hide her body underneath an apple tree in my back yard. I swear on it. God, I hate her.
    She’s been a thorn in my side for years. I don’t know what the hell Cameron sees in her. Maybe it’s the boobs? No, mine are bigger. Maybe it’s her looks? No, she’s had more Botox and plastic surgery than Joan Rivers. Maybe she’s just a good lay. I have no clue. I bet I would be better if he gave me a chance to be with him like a real wife. I can’t believe we have been married three years and have never consummated our marriage. But there is no need on Cameron’s end. He gets his from that bitch. As for me, I get to watch from the sidelines, while my vagina gets cobwebs from lack of action.
    She’s constantly talking to me about ‘her’ wedding once we’re divorced, and thanks me often for being a place filler. Fucking bitch. She invites me out to lunch once a week to go over Cameron’s business stuff, get-togethers at the house, and things like that. Usually, once business talk is done, she informs me exactly what my role is—just to stand there and smile, nothing else. She even picks my clothes for meetings. I know I never should have let her push me around like this. Hell, I’ve never been a push over, but she makes me feel like a kicked puppy and I always give in.
    Half the time she’s around me, she boasts about how great Cameron is in bed, the size of his penis, or his stamina. More times than not, I tune her out. Other times, I try not to gag, knowing Cameron has slept with her.
    “What are you doing here all by yourself?” a husky voice asks me. I jump slightly; I thought I was the only person over here. I was actually hiding.
    “I’m sorry. You scared me,” I say with a slight laugh. I look at up at the man who just startled me, and I’m thinking I might need to wipe up some drool. Holy shit. This guy is hot! His hazel eyes flicker between green and brown in the light, and his smile is dazzling. He doesn’t look stuffy like all the other suits here.
    “Mrs. James?” he asks me, his brow raised.
    “Um, yeah, yes. I’m Avalynn. Ava,” I stutter out. I can’t believe I still have issues talking with hot men.
    “I’m Zach, Alana’s brother,” he says, holding out a large hand. I blush, remembering what I