In an instant, a deathly silence fell over the room.
Hazel Quartz's gaze grew increasingly unsettling, and Nia Mitchell could no longer maintain her smile.
"Um...this is... he..." Nia Mitchell stammered. They had already signed the divorce papers. Should she introduce him as her ex-husband? But who would be so... so intimate with their ex-husband?
"I am her husband."
Suddenly, Maxwell Peary draped an arm around Nia Mitchell's shoulder, asserting his claim as he stared at Hazel Quartz.
Wasn't she unwilling to publicize her identity? Wasn't she afraid that people she knew would discover she was married? Now he was intent on defying her wishes. In what way did he, Maxwell Peary, ever fall short? Was it because he was unattractive, or because he lacked money or status? Did he ever embarrass her? Why was she being so timid?
Hazel Quartz blinked, taken aback.
From uncle to husband—the transition was a little hard for her to accept.
