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"Oh, so this is my fault? Me being angry that the girl you fucked is working under you is my damn fault, right? God, you are actually delusional," Danielle scoffed. "She's the girl you slept with for months, Rafael! What the fuck do you want me to do, smile and say it's all alright? Give you a sweet kiss and tell you to wish her well? I'm not that kind of wife, Rafael! I won't be. Nothing about this is alright and there is no way you are so god damn blind that you can't see it,"<br/>
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Danielle reeled back at the yell, flinching at his tone. Her blue eyes - so alike to his own flared brightly, anger and resentment so bone-deep that it was impossible for Danielle to hide the flames. Hurt snapped Danielle like a whizzing blade, and that insecurity coiled around her once again. <i>I need Aven.</i> Did he even need her? Or was she just some girl he had ended up getting stuck with cause he'd gotten her pregnant? She thought back to Aven - her plump lips, delicate features, and easy smile. It hadn't been hard to be charmed by the woman. Danielle had thought that the pair could have been friends. <br/>
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"You said you would do anything for me, Rafael. Do you remember that?" Danielle asked quietly. She didn't look up at Rafael. If she did, he would see the red that suddenly stung at her eyes. "I don't give a damn how bad you need her. I don't want to see her again," Danielle repeated, barely keeping the hurl of insults from escaping her lips. The sound of a child crying grated at Danielle's ears. Violet had been difficult as of late, and tonight had been the only night that she had properly fallen asleep. Danielle glared at Rafael darkly before turning to head to Violet's room. "You can sleep in the room when that little blonde slut of yours is out of the restaurant. That's the only way I'll let you prove it," she hissed.<br/>
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She knew the restaurant meant the world to Rafael. To him, it wasn't just a job, but his life. Maybe it was selfish of her to ask him to do such a thing so close to his opening, but Danielle could not find it in herself to care. He owed her this. Picking up Violet, Danielle hummed as she held the child, peeking at her bright blue eyes. Stings of anger tightened in her bones when she recalled Aven's tone when Danielle had called her. Danielle didn't know what she expected, but she was hoping that the blonde would defend herself. It would be easier to vilify herself if she took every hurtful word Danielle had uttered to her and thrown it right back. Aven was the other woman. She wasn't Danielle. Her and Rafael had a decade of history and the pair knew each other for what? A year? A year and a half? Aven had nothing on Danielle. This time was different. Rafael loved her. He'd been nothing but the perfect husband since he'd proposed to her. He was sweet towards her, kissed her every time he walked through the door, and they never fought. Danielle knew deep down that even with the ultimatum Rafael wouldn't get rid of Aven. Her teeth sunk into her plush bottom lip, humming and rocking Violet until her sharp cries had morphed into soft whimpers. Maybe this time was different.<br/>
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