Page 70 of Crystal Iris
“You just talked? You just came back from his fucking house.”
“I know, I shouldn’t have gone.”
“You think?” He picks up a glass from the table.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve talked to you. I’ve been meaning to.”
“Talk to me about what?”
“The wedding, us… I can’t do this.”
I see tears streaming down his face.
“What are you saying?”
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“You’re breaking up with me? Because of what? That douchebag you just met?”
“It’s not about him.”
“Of course it is. We’ve been together since we were kids, Iris. Then you meet a guy, and what? We’re done?”
“Aaron, you know you’ve always been my best friend.”
We’re both crying now.
“I can… we can… work things out,” he says, stepping closer.
I back away. “Please don’t.”
“Iris, it’s me.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I’m not letting you ruin this. Us.”
“It’s over, Aaron. I’m really sorry.”
His face changes. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Aaron, please, you need to… calm down. Hoyt has nothing to do with this.”
He lets out a dark laugh. “Out of all the men in the world, you had to pick a client?”
“A client?”
“He didn’t even tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“Your lover’s money. I can make it… all go away… with just a few phone calls.”
“He invested with you?”
“Why else do you think he was at the parties, Iris?”
“Aaron, please don’t do anything stupid.”
