Russell supposedly hated Vanessa. So why couldn't he take his eyes off her face?A wave of panic hit me, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching over and tugging on Russell's sleeve. He snapped out of it and looked at me, something complicated flickering behind his eyes before a small smile replaced it. "Alright, whatever you say."That familiar warmth settled over me, and the unease in my chest slowly faded."Sorry, everyone, I need to take my wife to her prenatal appointment. You all enjoy the rest of the evening." Russell stood up and took my hand, leading me toward the door.But Vanessa called after him, her voice cracking. "Russ, what happened back then was a misunderstanding. Can't you forgive me and at least give me a chance to explain?""No." He cut her off before she could finish, his brow furrowed and his tone dripping with contempt. "A gold-digger doesn't deserve my forgiveness, so don't waste your breath. And that Eastport Marina project? I'm taking it, end of story.
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