Page 71 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

Grams opened the door and Felicity stepped out into the sunlight, gripping her phone. She’d been upset at Grams last night, but all her anger left her as she looked at the worried expression on her face. She pulled Grams into a hug. “I have to go.”

“You told him?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“But it didn’t matter?”

How could she explain? Felicity glanced back at Aiden sleeping on the floor of the shed. He hadn’t moved. “Of course, it mattered, as I knew it would. He felt terrible. He apologized, and we talked about it.”

Grams gave her a hopeful expression. “And?”

“It doesn’t change the fact that he can’t give me what I need.”

Grams teared up and pulled her into another hug. “Are you sure?” she whispered.

Felicity nodded. “Yes. I’m sure.”

“Okay, then. I’ll change the flight. You can leave early.” Grams took her hand and squeezed it. “Come on.”

She closed the shed door softly so as to not wake Aiden then followed after Phoebe. Inside the house, Phoebe opened her laptop and clicked on the keys. Three hours later, Felicity was at the airport waiting for her flight, everything packed up in her hot pink floral suitcases. She walked through the airport, her luggage rolling along the smooth flooring.

As she sat in the terminal, she tried not to think about Aiden, but his face pushed into her mind. Guilt flooded over her. Why had she told him she wanted him to give up his resort? She didn’t really want that. He’d just upset her.

Aiden would never put her first. He would never give up time spent on other things. Never make her the priority she wanted to be.

Something else would always come before her. She fought back the tears as she fiddled with the handle of her suitcase.

Why had she allowed herself to fall back in love with Aiden? She knew the heartbreak that would cause. Knew it bitterly well.

She should have left the moment she saw Aiden. Just turned and walked out. She’d be home eating Chunky Monkey and watching Netflix. She rubbed the space between her eyebrows. Was it possible her headache had gotten worse?

A woman plopped down in the seat beside her, clutching a large purple purse. She looked to be in her fifties, her blonde hair showing gray roots. The woman pointed to the pink flowers on Felicity’s suitcases and grinned. “I love your style.”

Felicity forced a smile. “Thanks.”

“I’m Martha, by the way.” The woman slipped her shoes off and wiggled her toes. “Ah, that’s better. I got spoiled with all that soft sand. Didn’t wear my shoes once the last seven days.” She turned to look at Felicity. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Felicity.”

Martha shifted in her seat and pulled her purse up higher on her lap. Then she took a long look at Felicity. “You okay, sweetie?”

For some reason, emotion surged in Felicity and she blinked back the moisture gathering in her eyes. How did this woman know? She couldn’t speak, so she just shook her head.

“Aw, darlin’. It’s a man, isn’t it?” Her kind eyes showed understanding.

Felicity nodded and swallowed. Might as well admit it. Apparently, it was obvious. “Yes.”

“Do you love him?”

Her throat grew dry. Was she that easy to read? There was no use in lying anymore. Not to Martha, and not to herself. “Yes,” she said, staring at the industrial grade carpet.

Martha patted her knee. “What happened? Did you fight?”

“No.” And then the whole story just came spilling out of her. Felicity couldn’t believe it. She was normally a reserved person. She kept to herself. But something inside her snapped and the whole ugly story materialized. She told Martha about how they had been engaged, and what made that fall apart. Then how she got suckered into coming to Belize and the whole stupidity of her falling back in love with a man who would never give her what she wanted.

They called for first class to line up at the gate and Felicity suddenly felt foolish. “I’m sorry, here I am babbling on about my life, and none of this really affects you. You must think I’m crazy.”

“No, sweetie,” Martha said, pulling her purse closer to her chest and slipping her shoes back on. “I think you love that man, but you’re afraid to give him everything.”

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