Chapter 2

2.

"Lexi," Arthur said, his voice softer now, with a practiced gentleness.

"That lawsuit was a huge scandal, the media was all over it. You had to give him time to handle it, didn't you? How could you just fly off to Paris in a fit of anger?"

"Because you left without a word, Gavin has been miserable these last few years. He used the family's entire network just to find you."

Arthur hadn't stopped talking since I walked in.

After all these years, the once-arrogant patriarch of the family had aged considerably. The pride he once had―the kind he displayed at family dinners when he’d condescendingly ask me "what my family did"―was gone from his eyes.

But his sharp tongue remained.

He was supposedly telling me how devoted his son was, but all I heard were accusations against me.

Honestly, hearing Gavin's name again felt like hearing a story about a stranger.

Three years is enough time to wash away anything, especially a past as disgusting as that one.

From the looks of it, they clearly had no idea I was already married.

I pulled my hand away from Arthur's grasp, my expression indifferent.

"Mr. Garrison, Gavin and I were completely over three years ago. I don't see the point of you telling me all this."

The cheering in the lounge died instantly. The Garrisons looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

They never expected this attitude from me. After all, the old Lexi had been shamelessly desperate in her pursuit of Gavin.