Not Just the Greek's Wife

Her shock was palpable. “I didn’t know you’d had any serious relationships. I can’t believe she ditched you either.”

“Why not? You did.”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“Because we wanted different things,” he mocked. “Perhaps my memory is faulty, but it was you in those discussions with me and my grandfather via video conference saying you wanted children eventually and that you agreed to the marriage.”

“I’m not the one who filed for divorce.”

“I wouldn’t have been either, if you’d still been there when I got back from Hong Kong.”

Both her expression and the sound that came out of her mouth said she didn’t believe him.

“Shannon was my one and only serious girlfriend,” he said, rather than trying to convince Chloe of something Ariston would rather forget himself.

“When?”

“A long time ago. I was younger than you were when we married.”

Interest burned bright in Chloe’s emerald gaze. “How young?”

“Nineteen.”

“How old was she?” Chloe asked, proving an insight he didn’t expect.

“Twenty-seven.” And Shannon had had an entire universe worth more experience than he had with sex and the male-female thing.

He’d avoided it because of what he’d seen in his parents’ marriages, so he’d been entirely unprepared for a piranha like Shannon to come into his life.

Chloe stopped eating, fiddling with her silverware instead. “How long did it last?”

“Long enough for her to gather enough inside information so her father could steal a multimillion-dollar deal out from under me.” Long enough for him to tell Shannon that he loved her and wanted to be together always.