Declan wanted to give his wife the answer she needed, but the words just wouldn't come. Just as his mouth opened to respond, her phone buzzed. He tucked himself away, like nothing happened. The intimacy of the moment evaporated, because Declan knew who was calling.Even in a fucking situation like this, she would answer him. Interrupt their conversation for him. She stood, found a tissue, cleaned her face in the reflection of the dark computer screen and answered the phone. Not knowing that her husband was two feet away, dying inside. "Hello father," she said, taking the call, his call, like she always did. Father this, father that. Even after Declan bought the man's company, Vivian's father still seemed to be more of a man to his wife than Declan was. Old wounds resurfaced. Vivian's dad dismissing Declan over dinner. Her just sitting there, telling him to 'man up' and say so if he had a problem with it. But when he did, she called him disrespectful and it was world war three
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