Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
"Louise and I go way back," he starts again. "And yes, at one point, we were a couple."
"At which point exactly were you two not a couple?" I ask. "Because if you are going to stand there in front of me and tell me you didn't sleep with her in the last six months." I glare at him. "You're a bigger liar than I think you are."
"It's over,” he says, and now I can't help the laughter that escapes me.
"Let me guess. After today, you were never going to see her again?" I fold my arms over my chest. "What about your child?" I stare at him as I see him trying to find the words. "You lied to me about having a child. A child. A son." My voice goes higher and higher.
"I was going to tell you," he defends and takes a step toward me but then stops when I take a step back.
"When were you going to tell me?" I ask.
"I'm not even sure he's mine," he says, and whatever I felt for him before is gone. "I was going to wait for the DNA testing before I said anything."
"You are actually going to throw your son under a bus to save yourself?" I ask, shocked. "Even after everything, I expected you to be a stand-up guy and take responsibility."
"When I met you, everything changed," he says, and I throw my head back and laugh. "I know it's cliché." He holds up his hands. "But it's just I knew you were the one."
"Really?" I ask, and his head tilts to the side. "When did you know I was the one?" I look at him, and all he does is look back at me. "Now this is the million-dollar question, isn't it?"
"The first night I met you, I knew," he declares, and I glare at him.
"When did you pick out my ring?" I ask, and there is a reason for this. It's what I call my ace in the hole. "I'm waiting."
"The day before I proposed to you," he says, and now I take a step forward.
"So, the day before you proposed to me, you went out and bought this ring?" I hold up my hand. "The day after you had a gender reveal party and celebrated that you decided I'm going to ask Clarabella, who isn't the mother of my child, to marry me." He looks at me, shocked that I know this. "This picture speaks for itself." I hold up the last one. "I'm just." I shrug. "You are a liar!" I shout at the top of my lungs. "A fucking coward." I shake my head. "Now the question is why. Why did you do it?" I ask, and then it hits me, and I take a step back. "Was it because you loved me, or was it because I had a better social status?" He just swallows. "Oh my God." I clap my hands together. "Wow, was I an idiot."
"It's not that," he says, trying to cover it up. "It's you and me; we just fit."
"We fit?" I scoff, disgusted. "We"—I point at him and then to me—"fit?" I shake my head, smiling. "We don't fit because I hate cowards." I point at him. "And liars." I point again. "And weasels." I point at him again. "Which you are all of the above. You have a child, who has your blood, with someone else and you…" I close my eyes. "Pathetic." I take one more look at him and then start to walk out of the room.
I walk past him, and his hand grabs my arm, stopping me from walking out. "Please, Clarabella, I was going to tell you. I was just waiting for the right time."
I yank my arm out of his touch, and his hand falls to the side. "The right time would have been the first night you took me out." I put my shoulders back. "Like this is the perfect time to tell you one, go fuck yourself, and two, the wedding is off."
Chapter 13
Luke
"Are you okay?" Mikaela asks me from the passenger seat as soon as I start driving behind the tow truck.
No, my head screams at me. "Yeah, I'll be fine,” I lie to her, but my hands are getting sweaty, and my heartbeat is going so fast it's all I hear echoing in my ears. My stomach feels like there is a hurricane in the middle of it just spinning shit around. I pull up to the back of the venue, and I can see that the parking lot is full of cars. I make my way away from the cars as I head toward the kitchen area.
"I called ahead,” Mikaela says once I park the truck. The back door opens where the kitchen is, and Mallory comes out. She's wearing her black pants with a white shirt and a black jacket. Mikaela jumps out of the truck, giving me a second to get my head together, but to be honest, nothing can prepare me for this. Nothing. Just the thought of being here has me all shaky.