Page 61 of Merciless Union
Elena sighs and rolls her eyes while Kira keeps her eyes downcast.
Arina is tense beside me, and a flash of irritation courses me. We were just sharing a good moment with each other, and now my mother is here, being judgemental. I’m used to my mother’s moods, but today, I have no patience for them.
“Arina and I thought it was time for a change.”
“You or yourwife?” She says the word like its poison.
Arina is so tense beside me that I think she might snap in half.
“Both of us,” I respond. If I tell my mother it was Arina who bought the new couch, she’d never let Arina live it down. At least if I’m culpable, my mother will back off. Hopefully. “You know, some married couples actually make decisions together. I know you and father never did, but my wife and I are trying to.”
It’s a low blow, but the only way to get my mother off your back is to stand up for yourself.
Arina looks at me, a softness in her eyes I’ve never seen before. She knows I’m lying to my mother for her.
My mother’s face pinches like she ate a sour grape. “Mmm. Well, then.” She nods at Arina. “Has she been a good wife to you so far?”
“She’s been great. But right now, Arina is still in mourning. So I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak about her like she’s not here.”
Arina offers me another grateful smile. I don’t know where this protectiveness is coming from. But everything within me wants to make sure she’s taken care of. After everything we’ve been through, it’s my duty to do right by her.
Elena’s eyes widen as she watches this exchange. “You don’t need to snap at Mom.”
“I will snap at our mother if she’s being rude to my wife.”
Elena looks me over. “You’re changing. I’m not sure if it’s for the better.”
“Well, if you don’t like it, Elena, you can be the big girl I know you are and leave my house.”
Her mouth drops open a little before she stands up and storms off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
Kira glances up. “How … how are you feeling, Arina? It must be tough, losing your mother.”
Arina offers her a smile. “Thank you for asking. I’m still sad, but … I’m managing.”
“It was tough for me after my father died, but Maxim helped me through it. I’m sure he’ll do the same for you.”
Arina looks at me for a moment before placing her palm on the back of my hand. “I hope so.” The hope in her eyes makes me feel … bad. I’m not a good man. I’ll squash all her hopes at some point—but I’m learning that I’ll try my best not to.
My mother looks between us. “Why did no one offer me something to drink?”
Arina pulls away. “Did you want something to drink?”
“A glass of water will be fine.” She waves a hand. Arina stands up, going to the kitchen.
“My wife isn’t your servant,” I say. “Arina is going through a tough time. Be nice to her.”
She smiles in a wicked way. “Dear, I’m never nice to anyone.”
Arina returns, hands her the glass, then takes her seat next to me.
I look toward the bathroom. Elena still hasn’t come out.
Arina sighs. “You should go talk to her. She seemed upset.”
“She’s just spoiled. She’ll get over it.”
“Maxim, I really think you should go talk to her.”
