"...Oh, fuck." Bert literally facepalmed, slapping his forehead so hard that Sonia leapt, startled, out of his lap. "He still didn't fucking tell you? I am going to kill that man!" Growling irritably, he ran both hands back through his hair and looked at her with some concern. "Of course we weren't fucking after you were married. I'm an asshole, but I'm not that much of an asshole. Plus, he doesn't fuck us when he's got someone else." Bitter? Who was bitter? "Alain'll tell you the same. We're not competition. Never have been. Never will."