Page 41 of The Rancher's Amnesia Bride

"I seem to have such a hard time remembering my sister-in-law's name. Is it Gremlin? Goblin?"

—-like now.

"But anyway, what was I saying again earlier?"

"You were saying something about, er, Greta sensing something?"

"Oh, yes." Charlee-Mae brightened. "As I was saying, it did seem that Greta had sensed Philippe and I are soulmates, and so naturally, she decided to create some trouble between us."

Philippe was staring hard at Greta. "What kind of trouble?"

"Well—-"

Greta stared incredulously at Philippe's wife. Surely the idiot wouldn't admit the truth? Surely she wouldn't want the whole world to know about Philippe—-

"She recorded your call earlier, Philippe."

Philippe blanched while Greta raised her chin and looked defiantly at everyone staring her way with blatant dislike.

"She emailed me a copy of it," Charlee-Mae went on, "because she wanted me to hear you say you missed her pussy."

Philippe swore, Sandra flinched, while everyone else in the cafe seemed to squirm and fidget in discomfort.

"And it's true," Greta said loudly. "He does miss my—-"

Charlee-Mae shot the other woman a frown. "Please keep quiet, Godzilla!"

The words were exactly what everyone needed to hear, and Sandra couldn't keep her lips from twitching as she saw everyone's discomfort turn into good-natured amusement.

Philippe found himself inhaling sharply as his wife slowly walked up to him. "I'm sorry," he said harshly. "It's been months since I last touched her, and I would never—-" Philippe broke off when Charlee-Mae suddenly wound her arms around his neck.

"It's okay," she said softly. "I won't say it didn't hurt to hear you say those words, but I also know you only said them to humor Goofy—-"

"Salope!" You bitch!

"You knew she was likely to cause more trouble, so you told her what she wanted to hear...even if it was a lie."

Philippe searched his wife's face for any sign of anger or hurt, anything that would give him a clue on just how hard he would need to grovel and beg for her forgiveness—-

But instead, all he saw was love...and a good amount of mischief.

"Because the truth is..."

Charlee-Mae looked at him expectantly, and Philippe did not hesitate to throw out of the window decades' worth of lessons on etiquette and propriety. He knew exactly what she was asking for, knew exactly what was the one thing he could do to make up for his stupidity, and Philippe heard himself say, "The truth is that it is your pussy alone that I would ever want to fuck, your pussy alone that I would ever miss—-"

"Mon Dieu." Sandra couldn't help laughing even as her cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Your pussy alone that I would ever want to taste with my tongue and—-"

Charlee-Mae was starting to feel a little self-conscious herself, and she quickly placed a hand over her husband's mouth. "That is more than enough—-"

Philippe gently took her hand off his mouth and asked, "Are you certain? Because there is also much more I can say about your beautiful tits and your wonderful ass—-"

Charlee-Mae hastily covered his mouth again. "Yes, I am sure, and..." She smiled up at him. "I love you, too."

Epilogue

The launch of Heureuse was wildly successful, especially since the showdown between Charlee-Mae and Greta had gone viral on every social media platform, and everyone wanted to buy just about anything and everything Philippe's wife was endorsing.

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