Page 125 of Marry Lies
He’s quiet for several seconds.
“And for what, Miles? A little pussy?”
“Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that,” I growl.
“Is she really worth all of this?”
“Of course she is. She always was.” I check my watch as my jaw feathers angrily. Ten minutes until the reception. “I have somewhere to be, so I’m only going to say this once. Never contact me again. Never contact Estelle or Prescott again.”
“Miles—”
I grind my jaw and close my eyes. “If you do, I will hand everything over to the authorities. Every receipt. Every bank statement. Every email between you and Prescott.”
“You can’t possibly be serious.”
I laugh again. “I’ve never been so serious in my life, Charles.”
I end the call with shaky hands. After taking a few steadying breaths, I pour myself another finger of whiskey, downing it in one gulp.
I told myself the next time my father called, I’d give him the ultimatum. I wasn’t lying about Prescott being my newest client, either. If I couldn’t fix the past, I sure as hell wasn’t going to fuck up the future. The least I could do was bring Prescott on, make a massive donation in good faith, and reimburse him for my father’s indiscretions. In fact, I flew him to California yesterday as a surprise to Estelle.
I want nothing to do with my father.
I’m done trying to see the good in him.
For so long, I clung onto the fact that he was family, but now I know that was never the case.
I have my brothers and Juliet.
And of course…Estelle.
I leave the living quarters feeling more free than I ever have.
A few minutes later, I’m talking to Orion and Malakai near the bar when Chase and Juliet enter the room. The crowd goes wild, and Chase pulls Juliet in for a long, inappropriate kiss. I can’t help but smile as I clap for my younger brother and his new wife.
And then I get a glimpse of the most stunning shade of dusty, royal blue—the exact same shade as my wife’s eyes.
My eyes travel up from the bright pink heels to a pair of delicious looking calves. The dress is tight, and it hugs her curves beautifully, cinching her waist and draping over her chest. Tiny straps hold the whole thing up, and when my eyes get to her face, she’s already watching me with a small smile. Her hair is wild and curly—andfuckI missed her. It takes everything in me not to run up to her and kiss her.
Not to get down on one knee and propose right here, right now.
Not to ask her to marry mefor real.
I slowly walk over to her, my hands in my pockets. As I get closer, I notice theRnecklace around her neck.
That’s a good sign.
Just as I stop in front of her, she hands me an envelope.
“For you,” she says, her cheeks going pink as her eyes survey my face, my neck, my chest. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one affected.
I take the envelope and smirk. “What’s this for?”
“Just open it,” she drawls, rolling her eyes.
“Estelle.” I sigh, taking a half step closer.Needingto be near her. “I’m so sorry. For everything. I promise you, no more lies. From here on out, no more secrets.”
Her lips twist to the side. “Okay.”
