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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Rafael had opened the fridge as a means to get himself together. He’d noticed how tense Danielle was being and despite her seeming interested in his day, he knew very well that there was something else she wanted to talk about. How could she know about Even though&gt; He hadn’t told her.<br/>
“Work was good, busy, but good. I think we are finally at the level I want for the grand opening.” The fridge had always been the most annoying appliance in his home since becoming sober. He ignored the wine that Danielle set herself up with, maybe in a way to further torture him if this conversation was about Aven. He settled on a bottle of water, closing the fridge with a thud. He had barely got the top off when Danielle blew the roof off with her next words. He stood by the. fridge which was just a short distance away for her, but just the right amount of space he felt for whatever attack Danielle had planned.<br/>
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Rafael took a sip of the water, the ice cold liquid somehow painful as Danielle  continued on. Until her eyebrows raised, her lip turned up in a scowl and she hissed out Aven's name with disgust, explaining how she had come to know that his ex-mistress was working under him again. In how many ways, he knew she wondered. It was just completely a coincidence, but Danielle couldn’t allow herself to see it that way, she refused to play a fool this time to her husband’s actions. Though, this time Rafael was guilty of nothing – nothing but a drink between the two. He didn’t even know how to bring that up without the possibility of her getting upset. Tentatively he walked over and placed the opened bottle of water on the marble countertop. He flinched at the harsh sound of the class against it as a defining ring of Danielle’s anger.<br/>
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“Babe,” he tried, immediately cut off by her cold stare.<br/>
"What the fuck is she doing here, Rafael? Did you know she was here?"<br/>
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Rafael tried to figure out how to explain that he really had no clue that Aven moved  to Seattle, let alone that she so happened to be working at the restaurant that he had bought. He swallowed thickly before reaching for the water to help with the growing tickle of distress at the back of his throat. He thought about when Danielle had originally learned of his infidelity. She’d played the recording on her phone to him. He’d accidentally called her and it went to voicemail. Three minutes of him making love to Aven in his car could be heard until the message cut off. It’d been two weeks before she played it for him at the dinner table when he questioned her frustration toward him. It was supposed to end there – it wasn’t until another month of sleeping with Aven that Danielle gave him the ultimatum. He had to make a choice even though he so desperately didn’t want to.<br/>
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“I didn’t know that Aven moved here, he finally said. Even saying her name in his home seemed weird and he noticed how Danielle flinched, her hands tight in her hands. He watched as her fingers began to toy with the ring on her finger. “I don't know, I promise I didn’t. When I showed up to the restaurant, she was there and I was – I was shocked.” He sighed out, his shoulders deflating. “I was just trying to find it. The right way to tell you Danielle. But I promise you, there is absolutely nothing going on between. Us and there won’t be.” Firing her he assumed would’ve been the best way to solve this problem and maybe that would help. He and Aven had been short with one another, caught in a childish game of prodding each other to see who could get the other one to react – a game he had started. “Danielle you know – you know I wouldn’t do that to you . . . not again.” He looked her in the eyes. He looked her in the eyes like he hadn’t thought about Aven in the last couple of days. Like he hadn’t wished she’d kissed him that night they went to the bar. “We talked at a bar. I didn’t drink,” he knew to quickly put that in. “And we are putting that behind us.” Could his wife accept that? Or would Danielle make this hard for him, but easy for her, for once?</span></div>