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“Excuse me?” I had to give it to her - even though she knew whatever she was hiding had been caught, she was still putting up a fight to make it seem like I had it all wrong. “What on earth are you even talking about? What would I even do? I am not into planning and plotting like you, you know? Just in case you forgot.” She laughed nervously.
She tried to pry her hand out of my hold but I just grabbed on to her harder, but also making sure that it was not firm enough to hurt or bruise.
I gave her the silent stare-down.
Well, any other person would have folded in a second but this was my wife and she was pretty familiar with all of my ‘techniques’ to get things down so she was holding herself up despite the pressure.
“Are you going to come clean?” I asked when I realized that we were not getting anywhere. “Or do you want me to make some calls and figure out what is going on? You know I have the resources.”
Olivia shrugged, holding her bluf
