9

Everyone at the table stared at us in confusion, looking between us two.

If Mark had acted like he didn't know me then everything would have been better.

Even Richard seemed surprised that we knew each other.

“You two know each other?" Christy asked surprised, asking the question everyone wanted to ask.

"No.” I forced out at the same time he answered with a “Yes."

I look at him, glaring at him furiously. If he thinks that everything would be okay between us, he is just dreaming.

“Gabby, I've been looking all over for you. You changed your number and you moved out of your place, you left without saying anything and you didn't give me a chance to explain what had happened." Mark starts and my grip on the spoon tightens more.

I feared that I would break the spoon with how tight my grip on it was.

"Mind the way you talk to my wife," Richard says, placing his hand over mine on the table to release my grip on the spoon.

Mark's eyes go to our hands, and a frown forms on his face.

“Wife?" He