True, he only married me to save me from the cult. The sex was unplanned and the resulting pregnancy was a shock to us both. Maybe she was right. It was too much, too soon. Damn him. I was fine with raising a baby on my own. He was the one who insisted on the un-divorce.
Here, I thought we were so much in love. Everything has been good. How could I not have known? I just stand there with the mouth of a sea bass while the homewrecker mutters how much she loves him.
As a psychiatrist, I’ve advised hundreds of women about how to deal with infidelity. Why then, am I completely lost? A few brain cells try to insist Jack would never cheat but my hormones shut them down. It also doesn’t help how I can see my reflection in the glass door.
The young girl is stunning. Even crying, she looks like a million bucks in cashmere, silk, and pearls. I, however, left my house in yoga pants and Jack’s old sweatshirt. I’ve got dark circles under my eyes, my hair’s a mess, I’m fat, and I’m pregnant.
She’s not.
Obviously, it’s time to exit stage right before making a huge scene. I’ll just call an Uber and take the train back to New York.
Making a mad dash to the elevator, I manage to slip by Slate but Grayson grabs hold of my arm and says, “Whoa, hold on. What’s wrong?”
With the giant knot in my throat, there’s no way I can speak so I just point to where the tall, thin, beautiful woman exits my husband’s room. She’s exquisite, even with her face red from crying.
“You’re way off base, girl. Jack’s a one-woman man.” Grayson tightens his grip.
I know what I saw.Shaking my head, I close my eyes but it only makes things worse. The image of that woman kissing my husband will be burned into the back of my retinas forever.
“Blakely, look at me. What did you see?” Graysons pulls me to his face.
One huge tear drips down my cheek and I brush it away with the back of my hand. “She was kissing him.”
Flanked by two men, I’m all but dragged back down the hall and into the room. The billionaire turns on the light and when Jack doesn’t stir, Slate says, “I hope you’re not faking it, pal.”
“Huh?” Jack’s lids lift and his eyes soften when they rest on me. “Blake?”
Shit. I don’t want to lose him.
When I bite my lower lip to keep from sobbing, my husband glowers at his two friends, pushes down on the siderail, and swings his feet to stand. “I told you to keep her in New York.”
He holds his arms out to me. “C’mere, babe. I’m fine, really I am.”
I take a step back, shaking my head no. From now on, his hugs belong to a beautiful blond.
“Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” Jack looks from Grayson, to Slate, then back to me.
Slate clears his throat. “I think Blake wants to know why the senator’s daughter was kissing you.”
“Who?” Jack’s brows crease, he tips his head, and I honestly believe he’s confused.
After a moment, his eyes narrow as he swears under his breath. “Whatever you saw, it’s not what you think. She’s had a crush on me since day one. If she was kissing me, I had no idea.”
He holds out his arms again and this time I walk into his giant bear hug. Still, I can’t stop the tears that insist on dripping down my face.
Jack turns toward Slate and Gray and asks, “Can you give us a minute?”
I’d join them but Jack has ahold of me, not only with his hand, but with a look that makes me weak. “Babe, you can’t really believe I’d cheat on you?”
“I’m not sure what I believe.”
“Hell, did you see me kiss her back?”
“No, but she was whispering how much she loved you.”
“I was asleep, Blake, honey. Cut me some slack.”
I cross my arms and glare up at him. “What would you have done if you’d walked in on me and Lucky was giving me a tonsillectomy in my sleep?”
