"And you were dating for two years?"
"Four."
Now it's her turn to stay silent as she nods her head to accept his other lie.
"And you had no idea he'd be at the reunion with me?"
"No, I didn't know a thing about you. He didn't tell me, and I didn't want to know."
"Were you happy with him?"
"I thought I was," I admit. The way she's interrogating me and tossing questions like tennis balls to dodge is rather jarring. "But I know now he wasn't the right guy for me."
She doesn't look as grief-stricken as I expected for someone who got confirmation her fiancé is a cheating bastard. She will find someone better.
But when she puts her hand on the table, her engagement ring blinds me when it hits the sun just right. Is that normal when you break up you get to keep the ring? Why is she still wearing it?
"You don't want Beckett back, do you?" she asks
"Hell no. Is that why you came here? To make sure he ends up alone? He will, don't worry."
"What do you mean?"
"A guy like him doesn't deserve to have a happy ending."
"Amelia, I think you're mistaken. He and I haven't ended our engagement."
"Wait, what? Are you serious? But you will break up with him, right?"
"I love him," she admits, and the sincerity in her voice is real. She's not joking.
"But he cheated on you! He was with me first. He was sleeping with us both. He hasn't even been honest with you."
"He's my soulmate."
A chuckle that sounds more like a childish giggle comes from my mouth. "Your soulmate?"
I'm full of inappropriate laughter, and I'm aware of how callous I'm being, but I can't help it. I figured I'd have someone to gossip about Beckett with. Someone to air out our dirty laundry to see if we had matching sets. Forget the idea of us conspiring to bring Beckett down likeThe Other Woman. Sounds like he's coming out of this happier than me. How?
"This conversation is over," I tell her as I get up from the table. I'm never this harsh with anyone, but I owe this woman nothing.
"Amelia, I know it sounds crazy I'm staying with him, but—"
"You don't have to defend yourself. It's your life. He's no longer in mine, you have that cheating bastard."
WhenIgethome,I run up to Theo's room to spill the news. My hand is on the door handle before I remember I can't barge in like I own the place. Knocking with the back of my hand, I wait for Theo to give me the go ahead and come in.
"Yes?"
"It's me, can I come in?"
"Who's me?"
Rolling my eyes, I open the door anyway, completely uninvited.
"Whoa, hey, hey!" He's in the process of pulling his boxer briefs up, and my eyes focus on his lower half. Nothing I haven't seen before, but I'm still voiceless.
Theo rushes to the door and shuts it behind us.
