Page 87 of Callum
She reached for her pocket, then cursed when she realized she’d left her phone at work. “Did you bring your phone? We could call Blue Halo Security.”
“Um…” Jenny touched her pocket, then shook her head.
Crap.
Before she could fully process what he was doing, Freddie pulled into the oncoming lane before swerving and cutting in front of them. Jenny cried out and pulled to the side of the road, narrowly missing his rear bumper.
Oh my God. Fiona was going to kill him. Murder the cheating stalker asshole on the very spot.
She reached for the door handle, but Jenny grabbed her arm. “Don’t. He looks dangerous.”
Jenny hit the locks just as he reached her door. When he tried the handle and realized he wasn’t getting in, his fist hit the glass.
“Open the damn door, Fiona!”
Anger lit her spine. “No. Go away.”
His face reddened, but instead of banging again, he moved around to the other side and hit Jenny’s window. Her face paled, and she flinched back at each punch, like she expected his fist to go through the glass. Then he started pulling at the handle.
“Stop!” Fiona yelled.
“I need to talk to you. Unlock the damn doors!”
When he kicked the car, Fiona had had enough. She unlocked her door and shot out. “Stop it!”
Freddie moved around the car and grabbed her upper arm. “Why are you doing this?”
“Let go of me!”
“You come to my motel room, you havesexwith me, then you refuse to answer my messages? My calls don’t even connect. You’re making me fucking crazy. Making me want you, then icing me out like I’mnothing.”
She studied him, noticing for the first time that the normally pristine, put-together Freddie was completely disheveled. Wrinkled, dirty clothes. His hair was a mess. Dark circles under his eyes.
“It wasn’t me,” she said slowly.
His eyes narrowed. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“That person who went to your room? It wasn’t me.”
Jenny’s door opened and closed, and she moved toward them, but Fiona shook her head at her friend. She didn’t want the other woman getting caught in this, possibly hurt.
“It wasyou.”
She tried to twist out of his hold. When that didn’t work, she attempted to bring a knee up, but he was too close. “No. My parents aren’t my biological parents. I have an identical twin sister I didn’t even know about. She’s been impersonating me. It washer.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
“No!” His shout was so loud, it made her ears ring. “It was you. You told me you love me, and I fucking loveyou, Fiona!”
“Love me? Freddie, you were having sex with mysisterwhile we were together, then you married her. That’s not love.”
“I told you, it was a mistake. And I only married her because she said she was pregnant, but the bitch fucking lied.”
Her sister lied about being pregnant? It shouldn’t surprise her, but it still did. She lowered her voice. “Freddie, I’m sorry that she lied to you. But that doesn’t change anything. You and I are over. Done. I’m with Callum, and you and I will never be together again. That woman who had sex with youwas not me.”
She said the words slowly, needing him to understand.
