Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Everyone agrees that he’s a hundred times better than me. So, even if I try to claim that she has been seeing him behind my back, no one wants to listen. Not that they believe me anyway, thanks to his interview.
Just the thought of the two of them together makes me want to end it all. She’s supposed to be mine; this was supposed to be our honeymoon. The latest pictures she’d sent to the chat with our friends show the two of them looking happy and in love. I can’t bear that shit.
If I thought there was a chance of winning her back, I wouldn’t hesitate, but I’m not that far gone to fool myself. Why would she leave her billionaire husband to be with an unemployed fuck up like me?
My phone rang, and I answered without looking to see who it was. “I’m pregnant.”
“What? Who is this?”
“It’s me, Lacey. I’m pregnant, and it’s yours.”
“Fuck you, you ruined my life. If you are pregnant, the kid isn’t mine.”
“How can you say that? You’re the only one I’ve been with in a while.”
“You’re a fucking liar.” I hung up the phone and looked around my room wildly. Can my life get any worse?
NATALIE
Why isn’t he answering my calls? I have a sneaky suspicion that I’ve been blocked, but that can’t be true. We’ve always been friends, even after we broke up. There was never a time when I couldn’t reach him when I wanted to.
My son was crying in the other room, but I didn’t care. Let the nanny take care of him. He’s one of the biggest mistakes of my life. The first was when I gave Garrett an ultimatum to marry me or else. I didn’t expect him to say okay, bye. And even when I tried to play it off like a joke he’d still called it off.
I should’ve known it would happen. Garrett never liked ultimatums, but we’d been together for so long that I thought for sure he’d want to marry me. Why else would he have stayed? Now, everyone thinks I was just a placeholder.
I didn’t even want to marry Kevin, but he was the first guy to ask me out that wouldn’t make me lose face. I rushed into marriage because I wanted people to think that it was me who had fallen out of love with Garrett and moved on. It was the only thing left to do.
Garrett never said anything, even when our friend circle made those distinctions. He never denied anything, never even discussed it, as far as I can tell. Back then, I thought it was because he’d regretted his decision; at least, I tried convincing myself of that even when I knew it to be false.
I wish I could go back in time and erase it all. I wish I could have my old life back. We were happy together once; there were no complaints, except from my side, because I desperately wanted to marry him.
But now it’s too late. He’d moved on. But what hurts most of all is the fact that his family seems to have accepted this girl without question. I was like a daughter to them, and though they’d showered me with gifts when we were together, they never gave me anything as personal and intimate as a family heirloom.
Now, my ex-sister-in-law was gushing about her and showing off pictures of her and Garrett on their honeymoon, wearing their family jewels. I know what they are because I had seen some of them once a long time ago.
I used to imagine myself being the one to inherit them. My friends were all envious of me, even though they came from well-to-do families as well because none of them came close to Garrett’s family’s wealth.
Now, it was all wasted. He’d gone and married someone beneath us. A nobody that none of us had ever heard of. And yet his family seemed so pleased with her. I hate them, I hate her, and I hate my fucking life. I have to get him back somehow.
I know him better than she ever will. I know all his likes and dislikes. Our friends will prefer me, I’m sure of it. I just have to get them on my side. I wiped my face for the third time and picked up my phone.
“What’s this now?” I opened the notification and almost threw my phone across the room. He’d taken her shopping. He hates to shop. I’d asked more than once. I watched their body language and the way he was looking at her with his arm around her in public.
With me, he was always careful not to be photographed. “Look at her stupid face.” I felt like there was something heavy pressing in on my chest, and it was hard to breathe. “Smile now, you bitch. I’ll be sure to wipe that stupid look off your face.”