Silver's POV

I stared at my husband in disbelief. Was he seriously telling me to pretend I care about him? As if I didn't already care about him. I folded my arms across my chest and pressed my lips in a thin line as I glared up at him.

"What makes you think I don't already care about you?" I asked him.

He turned to look at me, his eyes narrowed.

"Because you allowed someone to take advantage of me the other night. What am I supposed to think?" He asked through his teeth.

My brows furrowed together.

What was he talking about?

heart ping with pain. Something told me that Rebecca might have been right. There was some kind of misunderstanding that seriously needed to be cleared up. But just as I opened my mouth to speak, the producer returned. "We

had to wait until after the interview. There was no way I was going to be

now.

My mouth fell open at the sight of the crowd before us. I squinted as the lights around the studio nearly blinded me and

before. Merida Ryder sat on her chair with her leg crossed over the other and a notebook on her lap. She had a bright smile on

my best not

and spoke to the audience with grace. I couldn't help but steal glances up at Elliot who wore a stern expression. I hated

said, holding her hand out to shake mine. "I must say, I saw your painting at the auction, and I was blown

down at me with a loving expression, and it made me

Elliot would do anything I ask him," I teased,

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