Short-legged wifey

She narrowed her eyes before swiftly grabbing her phone. Two calls had to be made.

Selecting the first contact, she dialed the number. "Hello, hey babe. You don't need to come pick me up; my aunt's already here. Just rest well, okay? We had a long day."

"I'll call you when I get home. Bye." She hung up.

Martha didn't want Max to know, not just yet. She aimed for him to discover it in the most unpleasant way possible, hoping it would extinguish any lingering feelings he was still having for Mia.

She'd figure out the details on how to go about it later. For now, there was another call to make.

A smug smile played on her lips as she scrolled through her contact list.

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After Vivian and her parents returned home, a joyous atmosphere enveloped them.

"Now that you've completed high school, it's time for you to frequent the company and pay attention to things. Your father is getting old," urged Arnold Thompson.

Vivian smiled cutely and replied, "Okay, Dad."

Barbara, on the side, squeake