ARNOLD's P O V

‘‘She's my wife...,’’ I responded to Sean while quirking an eyebrow. ‘‘There's no reason for you to question me about it...’’

Another glass of alcohol went down my throat while my attention was still fixed on him.

He gave me a grin while glancing in my direction with his head cocked to the side. ‘‘Then why are you allowing her sister to treat Celestine in such an unacceptable manner, and all her troubles?’’

I couldn't help but crack a smirk as I refilled half of my glass.

‘‘Why did Celestine marry you in the first place?’’ he continued to ask. ‘‘Why did she have a fallout...