Page 207 of When We Fall: Part Two
We’d already picked out a cake. I told Celeste she could choose. She giggled and played the perfect woman who thought she was the center of my fucking world.
I hated her. Fuck, I hated her.
But I played the part too. For now, at least.
I said small wedding. She had already reached a hundred on the guess list. I vetoed. She stomped her foot.
I couldn’t fucking stand it.
This was my life for at least the next year, though, or until I found out the baby wasn’t E’s. That might change some shit.
I had a feeling it was his. She planned this entire thing. I knew she did.
I continued to play stupid.
“Get the lillies,” I said. “They’re pretty.”
“Now we need…” And she was off and running again.
Fuck.
“How was your day?”Cole asked as I stepped into the hotel suite.
“Shit.” I went straight to the bar and poured a drink. “Yours?”
“Shit,” he muttered, smoking his sugar stick, his blond hair a mess.
I drank my glass and refilled it. “Where’s E?”
“Out. Had to drug him. He’s not taking the breakup so well. You know that. I caught him trying to call her today.” He let out a bitter laugh.
I sat in one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room and looked at him.
“What happened? Did-did she answer?”
He let out another laugh that was anything but cheerful.
“No. Her number has been disconnected. Four fucking days, Enzo. FOUR. She’s already changed her number. E flipped his shit. Had a panic attack. Tried to leave and go to her. I had to wrestle him to the ground and jab him.” He looked at me.
I sat forward and noted the slight purple forming beneath his eye.
“Got this from him.” He pointed to his eye. “Punched me. Told me he hated this. That he hated me. It was a good time.”
I winced. “I’m sorry.”
“Whatever. I guess I wasn’t expecting her to change her number. Feels pretty fucking final. Number changed, living with another guy.” He shook his head and took another deep drag off his sugar stick. “Only a matter of time before I look on her social media and see she’s in a relationship with the prick.”
“I’m sending Memphis and Christian to Anson’s this evening to make sure she’s cleared her stuff out,” I said, desperate to change the subject away from her being with another man. I knew it was a possibility, but I also knew she still loved us deep down. That we could win her back. At least that’s what I told myself to sleep at night.
“She took Cotton. I didn’t look at anything else.”
“Well, she didn’t destroy the house,” I said weakly.
He snorted. “Too bad. That place is a fucking tomb where love goes to die.”
I watched him smoke, his eyes glassy from both the high and his sadness.
“I don’t want to go back.” He blew out a cloud of smoke. “I can’t fucking live there. It’s where we had a family. Going back won’t be good for E either. It’ll just be a fucking nightmare on repeat where all our memories are.” He shook his head. “I’m going to look at apartments tomorrow. No way in fuck are we going to live with you and that cunt.”
