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Chapter Eight-Five

Author: Sheila Blue
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-26 22:38:45
The drink was served and placed before Rachel. An awkward silence stretched between them in the noisy bar.

Rachel's mind mulled over Ashley's knowledge of such a tiny detail about her. She began to wonder how close Ashley was to her husband, Bruce.

Not many people knew about her strong aversion to wine. Only her parents, Bruce and Lilian. But Lilian was dead and her parents have never met Ashley. That left only Bruce in the equation.

She kept stealing glances at Ashley, the Martini in front of her barely touched.

“Got to do a number one. I’ll be right back!” Pamela excused herself, scurrying off to the ladies, leaving Ashley and Rachel alone.

“You know, this isn't a funeral, Rachel. I believe you came here to have a good time but you've barely touched that drink.” Ashley turned to her, lewd assumptions flitted through her eyes. “Or are you perhaps waiting for someone? A lover maybe?”

Rachel scoffed. “I’m not a tràmp.” Her tone betrayed her insinuating accusation. “Unlike you, I'm
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