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Gwyneth “Are you listening, Gwen?” I slide my attention from my assaulted vanilla milkshake that I’ve been jamming the straw in and out of to Chris, who’s staring at me with a furrowed brow. He came to pick me up earlier and we’ve been sitting in a coffee shop and talking. Well, he’s ended up doing all the talking while I’ve been thinking about other things. Like what was Nate doing with Aspen the entire afternoon? For hours. Alone. She didn’t even leave in her car. Logically, I shouldn’t be this affected, because I have no hold on him, right? Except maybe I do. After all, there’s a marriage certificate that says he’s married to me, and it should go without saying that he doesn’t leave with a woman who isn’t me. It’s only on paper. The marriage isn’t real. “Are you still upset about your dad?” Chris tries again. He’s such a gentleman. Like the best ever, and he’s hot, too, with his leather jacket, medium-length hair, and his pouty lips that are good at kissing. But I don’t think kissin