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They both looked at me.

“Jackson.”

Green eyes widened. Matt’s mouth dropped open.

Then he pointed at me. “Fuck you.”

He pointed at Jackson. “And fuck you, too. You’re dead to me.”

He looked out around the audience and said in a loud voice. “My fiancée is a stupid slut who got herself knocked up with my brother. My alleged brother. Who’s just some white trash asshole that my parents brought home one day like a fucking stray dog.”

Matt gave an exaggerated bow and then walked out the side door.

Jackson didn’t move. I looked up at him.

My lips parted. “Say something.”

He dropped my hand.

“No,” I whispered.

His gaze looked my face over, and his expression was unreadable. His lip was bleeding. His eyes were blank. He turned and walked down the aisle.

The stunned congregation looked on.

The music started winding down and then went completely silent.

And then he was gone.

100 pairs of eyes swung back to me. I stood there frozen, in a trance. And then I did the only thing that a sane person can do in that situation. I picked up my skirts, and I ran.

CHAPTER 1

I stoodin the lobby and watched as Beth skidded up beside me.

“Are you okay?” Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

“I need to get out of here.”

“Just let me get our bags,” she turned to run towards the back room. “Meet me at the car!”

I pushed into the bright sunshine and ran down the steps of the church. I searched the parking lot for Beth’s Corolla.

A huge black truck pulled up in front of me. Stunned, I looked up to see the passenger door swing open.

“Get in,” Jackson ordered.

I looked over my shoulder. “Beth's going to drive me.”

“Emily,” he ground out. “Get in the fucking truck.”

I climbed into the truck. Organza fabric billowed in a cloud around me as I fought it to shut the door. The moment it closed, he was driving.

I sat there as quiet as a church mouse while he ground through the gears of his truck. Had I just ended my marriage to Matt in front of a church filled with our friends and colleagues by announcing thatI was having Jackson’s baby? The whole train of events shocked me so much, that I couldn't wrap my head around it.

We pulled into a deserted park that was on the edge of a river bank. He killed the engine. We sat in silence, lost in our thoughts. Jackson was probably wondering what the fuck just happened. One minute he was giving me away to Matt and the next minute he was being told he was going to be a father. It had been a desperately unfair way to tell him. I should have told him privately. I should have told him as soon as I found out.

I looked over at him. He was still wearing his suit, but his tie was gone, and his white shirt opened at the collar. He gingerly touched his lip that was split from Matt’s punch. His green eyes were dark, and his expression was undecipherable. He glanced at me, and something flared in his eyes. I take that back. Jackson was holding back a whole lot of emotions right now. I sunk back in my seat.

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