The Don Who Never Meant What He Said
At the Thanksgiving dinner, Raphael's assistant Daphne was sitting in my seat.
I frowned at Raphael. “Why is she in the Donna's seat? Doesn’t she know, and don’t you?”
Raphael clicked his tongue, impatient.
“You're the one who showed up late. People sit where they want. If it bothers you, leave.”
I opened my mouth to argue, and his thoughts reached me before I could.
[Scarlett, get angry. Fight back.]
[Tell me you're my wife, the Donna of the Sterling family, that no one else has the right to sit at my side.]
[Prove you love me. It's the only thing that makes me feel safe.]
This time, I didn't give his thoughts what they were begging for.
I slid the wedding ring off my finger instead.
“That's the Donna's seat. If you've decided she belongs in it, I won't argue.”
“Let's get divorced.”