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<div style="text-align: center">​</div>"Do I look like an idiot to you?" Danielle all but screeched. She stood up from the barstool, unable to sit after the bomb that had dropped on her earlier in the day. She knew that their relationship hadn't been the same since Aven. There were times where Danielle couldn't even look at Rafael because she just heard the sounds of him fucking her, his groans, and her breathy whimpers begging for more. There were other times though, like this morning when she went to his workplace where things almost felt the same. Where Danielle was excited to see her husband. That had all changed when she saw Aven, golden hair knotted into a bun, black coat hiding her petite frame, and a frown on her dark brows. She looked just like she belonged - right next to her husband. Taking center of the restaurant.  Bile rose in Danielle's throat and she forced her gaze down. She wished that his reassurance would absolve some of what it was she was feeling, but it didn't. Danielle just wanted to cry out, but who would it be to? Her husband who'd had an affair with his sous chef? A tiny sense of reasoning caused Danielle to relax...until she heard him tell her about the both of them talking.<br/>
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"You <i>met</i> her at a bar?" Danielle let out an incredulous laugh, gripping the thick strands of her brown hair tight. This couldn't be happening. This isn't happening. This was different, right? Rafael proposed to <i>her</i>. He married <i>her</i>. She had his kid. It was enough, wasn't it? Aven was just a mistake....she had to be. That didn't stop the sudden panic from gripping her, as if she were once again fighting for the man who had betrayed her in the worst manner possible. Her friends had judged her and her family had forsaken her, demonstrating great displeasure to the union between both. Danielle bit her lip hard, hand instinctively rubbing at her now flat stomach. It was a habit she had taken on when she was pregnant with Violet. After finding out that another life was growing inside her, Danielle had stopped thinking about just herself, but Violet as well. Regardless, Danielle couldn't say the decision to stay with Rafael had been solely on Violet. She had spent nearly a decade with the man. The thought of giving it all up, the comfort, the security, the natural ease, terrified Danielle. Seattle was supposed to be a dream. In six hours, it had transformed into a living nightmare. "You met her at a fucking bar and didn't even tell me? What the hell is wrong with you?"<br/>
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Danielle tried not to think of what the pair had discussed together. Rafael said he hadn't picked up a drink and Danielle believed him. The scent of bourbon or whiskey or whichever alcoholic beverage would be potent on his tongue. Maybe he was telling her the truth....maybe all they had done was talk. But the part of Danielle that'd been antagonized refused to listen to reason. She shook her head hard, cupping a palm to her lips. "You need to fire her. I don't care how you do it, she needs to leave. Rafael, I'm so serious right now, this is not something I am negotiating. <i>Fire her.</i> We have a kid," Danielle pleaded.<br/>
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