Page 35 of The Wrong Husband

"It comes from a capsule, so no," Marcela replied haughtily.

I had no words, so I drank my coffee.

"According to the NDA, you don't speak of the details of your wedding, marriage, or any other conversation you ever have with an Archer to anyone."

"Except my legal person, right?"

"Except that," Marcela agreed.

Good, then they wouldn't kill me for telling Moana all the gory details. She better pass that freaking bar exam and stat.

"According to the marriage dissolution agreement, you are effectively ending your marriage. We will add the date when and how we deem appropriate."

I made a face. "Why can't we just annul the marriage?"

"We may, based on how long you and Damian remain married."

"I don't want to be married to him…like at all."

Marcela arched an eyebrow. "What, my son isn't good enough for you?"

I sigh. "Look, lady, I made a mistake, okay. I lost my family over it and my peace of mind. Once the media hounds figure out where I live, they'll be all over me like white on rice. I'm being called horrible names in public. I don't have a job. I…don't want any of this."

Marcela looked confused at this point. "You're not in love with my son?"

I bit my lower lip. That was a trick question. Yes, I was in love with him. No, I didn't want to be married to a man who was in love with my sister. That was all kinds of messed up and the worst kind of heartache.

"Sometimes love is not enough," I said inanely. But for the concussion I would've come up with something less cliched and more brilliant!

Her eyes narrowed now. "Damian said you had a brief affair and got married."

"Yes…but…."

"Were you sleeping with my son while he was with your sister?"

I gasped. "No way!"

"Don't you agree that a brief affair is not a good foundation for a marriage?"

Damn it. I had to come clean with Damian's mother like I had his brother. So, I did. I told her that her son was drunk, and I took advantage of him.

"You got Damian drunk and got him to marry you?" Marcela squeezed the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. "Is that what you think happened?"

"Well…it was impulse; and, yes, he was drunk. I was not. I should've stopped it from happening."

"He's thirty-two, you're twenty-three…he's old enough to make his own mistakes. You're not responsible for him."

Wow! Is she really taking my side? Or am I missing something?

"My son says you're in love and that's why you married. I'm going to have to assume that Damian, who never does anything he doesn't want to do, married you because…honestly, I can't fathom why he married you." There was a tinge of disbelief in her voice.

Yeah, no one can fathom why Mr. Hot Stuff would marry Miss Invisible Ironing Board.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you pregnant?"

That got a gasp out of me. "If I am we need to go to a hospital because that would be dangerous. I have an IUD."

Women with an IUD occasionally experienced ectopic pregnancies, a rare occurrence that required immediate medical intervention.