ARI'S POV:You remember when I said the universe is never on my side? Well, it's not.I was sitting there in the most beautiful kitchen I had ever seen in my life, the kind you only see in fairy tales. Not the live-action movie version of a fairy tale, but the actual fairy tale. And I was just starting to relax, just starting to let myself breathe, when I heard footsteps behind me.I turned around on the stool, a glass of orange juice in my hand that Martin had slid across the island to me a few minutes ago, and there he was. My husband.He was dressed in a navy blue suit, the jacket fitted perfectly across his shoulders, with a matching blue striped tie knotted tight at his throat. His hair was styled back, neat and professional, like he had just stepped out of a magazine or a board meeting. Or both. And his eyes. They weren't looking at me, which was fine, because I knew if they were they wouldn't be carrying anything nice.Martin crossed over to him before I could even process that
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