_Calden’s POV_
When Nicholas’ laughter finally subsided, I watched him straighten in the driver's seat, suddenly remembering his role as my confidant.
"You should be happy," he said, his voice taking on that patronizing tone I'd grown to despise over the years. "That woman was never good enough for you, and it's not just me who thinks that."
I said nothing. What could I say? That every fiber of my being screamed in protest at his words? That the mere mention of Zarelle being 'not good enough' made my wolf, Kelson, snarl with protective fury? If I never truly understood Zarelle myself, how could I expect my friends to see what I saw in her?
"Frankly, I still don't get what you saw in her."
Nicholas's words hung in the air between us. My hasty marriage to Zarelle had been bo
