“Brock told me everything. That’s why you went to his funeral. That’s why you were crying and you wore that dress. You’re still in love with him. Hypocrite. Fake fucking bitch.”
I blink away angry tears, reading on the screen.
“That’s not true,” I gasp. “I’m not with him.”
“Really? Because yourex-fiancé”—he draws out the word—“says that you’re in love with him and that you promised to move out to L.A. with him and start a production company.”
“I’m not moving anywhere with Brock, and stop trying to make yourself into the victim.” My chin trembles. “You got your coworker pregnant.” I’m crying now. I hate it. Why can’t I just act like an adult instead of crying like a little baby?
I force myself to say what I originally came here to say and not get sucked down into Nathan’s accusations.
“I am not leaving this house. I live here.”
“You can forget about taking care of my child if you’re sleeping with Brock, so you better get your shit and get the hell out.”
“You are not kicking me out of my own house.”
“Your name isn’t on the deed, Jenna.” I hate how calm he sounds while I’m sobbing and look deranged.
“I pay half the mortgage. I pay the utilities.” My voice cracks. “I bought furniture. I did home renovation projects. You can’t do this. You can’t push me out. I have a right to keep living here.”
Behind Nathan, a svelte woman appears, cradling her nonexistent baby bump, because apparently the fertility charms my mom continuously stuffs down my clothes work only on people in my immediate vicinity.
“Did she bring my dog back?”
“Your”—I choke it out—“dog?”
Johanna is going for Truman, who has the sense to run and hide under the couch and growl at her.
“Don’t you dare touch my dog.”
“He’s not your dog. He’s my baby,” the homewrecker coos. “Look, I have a treat.”
“I bought that dog, Jenna,” Nathan says nastily. “He’s not yours.”
“As a gift, Nathan.You bought him for me as a gift. That’s after I found the rescue, picked the dog, and gave you the adoption fee and reserved him. So no, you can’t just have him.”
“Stop stalling and leave, Jenna. You don’t have any lease paperwork.”
“My stuff is here. I have mail here. It’s obvious I live here.”
“Tomorrow your things will be on the curb.”
“What happened to your grand plan?” I screech because I’m going to drag everyone down with me on this sinking ship. “The one where, once Miss Homewrecker is too pregnant and bloated, you were going to be sleeping with me.”
Nathan acts shocked and offended. “I’d never say that. Jenna, you’re jealous that I’ve found the love of my life andI’m having a family.” He reaches for Johanna’s hand and pulls her close, kissing her passionately, like he’s never, ever kissed me.
I’m reeling. I don’t understand how we went from planning our marriage to me being the villain and cast out on the street.
“Well…” The word comes out in a croak as I try to choke back my tears. “Well, I’m not leaving. I live here, and I’m not leaving.”
“Yes, you are.” Nathan advances on me.
I am not intimidated. I’ve had to deal with McCarthy all week, and Nathan is nothing compared to him.
“Call the police,” I shriek. “They’ll side with me. This is Seattle.”
Nathan’s tone immediately switches to sickly patronizing. “Now, Jelly Bean, you’re being childishly stubborn.” He sighs like he’s a father having to deal with a teenage daughter. “Do you really want to live here and be the third wheel in our happy relationship?”
