Free A Broken Fate (The Beautiful Fate Series book 2) by Cat Mann Page B

so I rode along with them. I thought again about calling Margaux about getting my car back. I had a nostalgic fondness for it and wanted it, though buying something new would have been simpler than dealing with the devil, Margaux.
    Aggie and Gianna went with me to the gym, but they didn ’t do much working out. They were there for the socializing that went on at the fruit bar. I got a kick out of seeing them standing around and gossiping, but in all fairness I must say that they sometimes joined me at the treadmill station for a...slow walk. There they could continue their gossipy chatter and never break a sweat.
    After a particularly pathetic morning at the gym, I sent a text to Margaux asking how much she wanted for my car and she quickly replied with the price. I choked on my granola, took five minutes to regain my composure and then sent a text back.
    We negotiated the price of my car, Margaux and I, for about an hour before we settled on a number and then I told her I would send the cash with Ari on Thursday. Rory and Julia could drive the car back home on the weekend.
    At that point, Margaux gave up on the texting and called me.
    “The price is fine, Ava dear, but I will be out of town for a couple of weeks. Is there any way you can just wait? I won’t see Ari again until I return.”
    “So Ari will be off work for two weeks?” I asked, any thoughts about the car flying from my mind.
    “Yes, that’s what I said isn’t it?” she snapped with her usual lack of grace.
    “Does he know you ’ll be gone?”
    Margaux sighed as if I were wasting her time.
    “I don’t know, Ava. I have no idea if Delia has spoken with him yet and I don’t care.”
    “Margaux,” I said, “I will get you the cash for the car as soon as you come back from your trip, but please do me a favor and tell Delia not to tell Ari that he will be off for two weeks, okay?”
    “Whatever, Ava,” she said, and then hung up the phone.
    I was looking forward to spending the next two weeks with Ari and no work. I racked my brain for something fun I could surprise him with; classes weren’t being held the next week either and I wanted to do something special for him. I was playing around on the internet, looking into concerts and gigs, but no one we really liked was touring this fall and the locals weren’t names I knew, so I closed my old MacBook just as my phone started ringing.
    The number was from Montréal, so I answered it and found François, the caretaker of my childhood home, on the other end of the line. My mother had left my home to me when she passed. Ari and I stayed there together with August, Rory and Julia the past summer, before our wedding. Before we left, I packed up the house and had François list the home on the market. He phoned to say that I had received a cash offer on the house and wanted my opinion and possibly a response. I put him on hold and went to dig out the house ’s paperwork. I looked through the figures and decided the offer was a fair one, very close to what I was asking and I told him to go ahead and accept it. He emailed me the documents a few hours later and I signed them, scanned them in, and emailed them back. I asked him to have the money put into my Montréal account and thanked him for all of his help.
    I spent Wednesday catching up on household chores, listening to Lily Allen as I worked. The house was in pretty good shape. Most of the time I was the only one there and I tend to be clean and tidy. Nevertheless, the mundane duties of dishes and laundry could not be ignored any longer.
    When Ari got home from work, I told him about the sale of the Montréal house and we went out to dinner to celebrate. Ari and I had not been out of the neighborhood together since we spent the evening in L.A with Rory and Julia. Ari was a bit apprehensive about going out in public. He hated it when people came up to me more than I did. I reassured him that everything would be fine. I had gone to the gym and the market