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“Sounds to me like you’re thinking about it.” He wouldn’t let the subject drop.

I rolled my eyes.

“Brad, stop grilling the girl. She’s smart. The type of smart that could go to Harvard.” Andrea sipped her water and then looked back at me. “We are happy for you, Hannah. Brad and I only want what is best for you.” She gave me a heart-warming smile, and it hit me hard in that very second. She was Brad’s other half.

I knew that. So why did it only hit home now? The thought of Brad having children with her, marrying her, spending the rest of his life with her—it hit me. I took my eyes off Andrea and looked at Brad.

What the fuck did we do last night?

He shouldn’t have done it. He shouldn’t have done it at all! This woman sitting next to him wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. He already had his partner.

I should never have kissed him. I should never have convinced him to come into my hotel room.

I’d had my one night and now I was getting my eye-opener. Brad and Andrea were a couple. She wasn’t a fling or someone he just liked having sex with.

Hell, look at them now. At our family dinner. Because she’s attached to Brad she’s seen as Brad’s other half.

I saw it now and I couldn’t undo seeing it. Brad was in a relationship. And I had no right whatsoever to tempt him last night.

I said I wouldn’t feel guilty but I was feeling guilty. Because what I made him do last night, well, it could have cost him his future wife.

I wasn’t his friend. I wasn’t his girlfriend. I wasn’t a member. I wasn’t family.

I was nothing.

I was so busy in my realization that I was ignoring the aching in my breast. Finally, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Why the hell was it aching? I touched it just slightly and the pain got worse.

I needed Panadol or something.

“You okay, Hannah?” Andrea asked as I got up.

“Yeah, just a headache,” I half-lied and didn’t even put any effort into my lie before I walked away. It was burning. Not aching. I’d got it wrong. I walked into the kitchen and went to the medication drawer.

I hoped this Panadol took the pain off my headache as well.

I pulled my jumper away from my skin and looked down at my breast. It was red. Looked like a rash. I sighed. Guess this was only the beginning. Everything I was feeling before disappeared as the battle I was fighting slapped me across the face once again.

Breast cancer. I was facing breast cancer.

Tears welled up in my eyes. The burning feeling from my breast, the rash and the reality check were alltoo much for me.

“Hey Nice, can you grab me a beer?” Tyson sung out from the back door.

I blinked and the tears fell. I just had to get through tea, that’s it. I grabbed the Panadol from the drawer.

I quickly wiped my cheeks and I was thankful I wasn’t having a full-on crying session like normal because then my face would be tear-stained and red.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it before throwing back the Panadol and heading back for outside.

I just had to keep a front on for an hour or two and then I could escape.

The food was on the table now and everyone was sitting down. Looked like they were waiting for me.

“Well, at least it isn’t all burned,” Eve muttered, looking at the meat.

“Shut up, Eve. Like to see you do better,” Tyson snapped at her.

Eve turned to look at him with a smug expression. “You know I can do better.” Eve turned to look at Dad who was sitting at the head. “Isn’t that right, Dad?”

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