The drive back from the restaurant was in heavy silence. Aidan kept stealing glances at Anna who stared through the windshield, her posture stiff, and unreadable.
Ever since he'd told her he married her because he wanted her, she hadn't said a word. The weight of her silence was beginning to crush him.
He wanted to know what she was thinking. But he was already regretting telling her that.
He'd come dangerously close to revealing too much that meeting her in that wreckage of a car wasn't their first encounter.
It had begun at the mall.
Sophie had publicly humiliated Anna that day, loud enough for everyone to hear when her card was declined. Sophie refused to cover the bill, smirking as she called Anna a thief, accusing her of pretending to be someone she wasn't.
Aidan had watched the whole thing unfold.
He'd seen the flicker of disbelief on Anna's face, the flush of shame that rushed to her cheeks.
