"That's your type," Arthur said with a sigh. He had told Ben this years ago, and more than once - his type was disaster rich girls with crazy families. Of course, Art had never anticipated that Ben would actually marry one of them, and certainly not that he would marry Melody fucking Finch.

"At least they didn't try to do anything - violent or whatever, I don't know," he said. There was a hopeful note to it. Ben wasn't in Canada, so that was good. Art took another sip of his drink. The thing was, he didn't know how to help Ben, because Ben was already married and therefore he could not do anything about it.

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