Thalia's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing uneven as anxiety crept in.
Her fox brain was working overtime, scrambling for a way out of the mess she had just created.
'Come on… brain…'
As she stared at his tense expression, her eyes suddenly lit up.
An idea.
"Never mind…" she muttered, her tone soft and pitiful, biting her lip as if she had been wrongly accused. "I was just really curious about that thing—"
"Wait…" William's eyes widened slightly. "Something doesn't add up."
"Huh?" Thalia tilted her head, blinking at him in confusion.
"If you're twenty-one, and you got married to the third one five years ago—"
"Hubby!"
She cut him off instantly.
Before he could finish, she grabbed his face in a hurry, forcing him to look straight at her.
'I hope this works this time…'
"Dear husband," she said sweetly, her voice soft but firm, "forget that I was ever married before."
A brief pause.
