Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

I stared at my husband in disbelief. Was he seriously telling me to pretend I care about him? As if I didn't already care about him. I folded my arms across my chest and pressed my lips in a thin line as I glared up at him.

"What makes you think I don't already care about you?" I asked him.

He turned to look at me, his eyes narrowed.

"Because you allowed someone to take advantage of me the other night. What am I supposed to think?" He asked through his teeth.

My brows furrowed together.

What was he talking about?

I allowed someone to take advantage of him the other night. I was the only one who was with him until the morning. The hurt expression on his face when he looked at me made my heart ping with pain. Something told me that Rebecca might have been right. There was some kind of misunderstanding that seriously needed to be cleared up. But just as I opened my mouth to speak, the producer returned. "We are about to air," she said, motioning for us to follow her.

Elliot went ahead of me without sparing me another look. I followed behind, wanting to talk to him, but knowing it had to wait until after the interview. There was no way I was going to be able to talk to him rightOwned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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As we stepped on stage, I was bombarded by clapping and cheers. I quickly realized we were in the air and a nervous feeling fell into the pit of my stomach. My mouth fell open at the sight of the crowd before us. I squinted as the lights around the studio nearly blinded me and I tried my best to smile and wave at those who were cheering my name.

Elliot went over to the couch as if he had done this a million times before. Merida Ryder sat on her chair with her leg crossed over the other and a notebook on her lap. She had a bright smile on her lips as she saw Elliot taking a seat.

I sat beside Elliott, trying my best not to look as awkward as I felt.

Once the clapping died down, Merida made her introductions and spoke to the audience with grace. I couldn't help but steal glances up at Elliot who wore a stern expression. I hated that he was upset with me. I shook the thought out of my mind and focused on Merida who was smiling a me.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you, Silver," Merida said, holding her hand out to shake mine. "I must say, I saw your painting at the auction, and I was blown away. It was incredible. How did you convince Alpha Elliot to pose that long for your portrait?"

I looked at Elliot who appeared relaxed and content on the couch. He was gazing down at me with a loving expression, and it made me relax a bit. I smiled at him before looking back at Merida.

"It was easy. Elliot would do anything I ask him," I teased, wrapping my arms around his arms. "He's quite tentative to his wife."

Merida chuckled.

"It appears he is. You must tell us, how did you two meet?"

"It's actually quite a boring story. We met at a bar and Elliot was the one who approached me first. He had a kind smile and he wanted to dance with me, so I took his hand and let him guide me to the dance floor. My heart fell fast for him," I said, a small blush appearing on my cheeks as I spoke about Elliot.

This story wasn't completely the truth but telling them the full truth would only make us both look bad.

Elliot surprised me by taking my hand and entwining our fingers together, giving me a small yet reassuring smile.

"She was and still is the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. The moment I saw her I knew I had to have her," Elliot explained, still looking deep into my eyes. "I knew right then and there that she was the one I was going to marry."

My heart swelled at his words; I wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not. But from his words, I feel the power within them. I felt my heart nearly beating out of my chest as I gazed up at him. "You truly are an incredible couple," Merida breathed just as the audience chorused their "Awes❞

"I remember the first thing she wore too," Elliot said, looking back at Merida. "She wore this loose-fitted black V-neck blouse and tight-fitting jeans. If I didn't snag her someone else certainly would have and I wasn't going to let another man touch her."