“Mmmm. God, do that again,” I hear from inside.
That sounds like Craig’s voice. Confused who he’s talking to, I hesitate.
“Oh, baby. Fuck!”
My fist grips the doorknob tightly. Because…
I know that voice.
She’s my maid of honor.
I turn the doorknob. To my surprise, the door opens an inch, leaving just enough of a crack to get an eyeful of Mindy’s bare ass. Craig has her bent over as he plows into her from behind.
My heart plummets into my stomach as a combination of rage and humiliation washes over me.
Inside my head, I scream.
And then, I scream out loud.
Craig pulls out of Mindy faster than lightning, and the two of them whip around to find me standing in the doorway.
I’m frozen there while Mindy pulls her dress down and disappears out of the bathroom. And then, I listen to Craig give his excuses. And he’s got a lot of them.
The whole time, I’m thinking about how Craig hasn’t just been my boyfriend for the last six years. He’s been my mentor, my confidante, and my only family.
And now, it’s all over.
I put my hand up to stop him from talking and quickly step back when he tries to reach for me. “Craig, if you loved me, you wouldn’t be standing in a public restroom with your pants wrapped around your ankles, making excuses on our wedding day. So, yeah, Goodbye.”
I whip around and run off.
Tears run down my cheeks as I hurry to the lobby of the courthouse. That’s where Mindy is lying in wait for me.
“I’m sorry, Hannah.” Mindy’s eyes are bright and her lipstick smeared.
Something about her straight back and styled hair makes me even angrier.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” I say. “There’s nothing you can say that will change what you did. And what he did.”
“I’m your maid of honor,” she says like it means something to her.
“And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t have fucked my fiancé.”
The words come out louder than I mean for them to. A woman nearby gasps.
Feeling my face heat, I step backward. “He’s all yours now. I’m done with you both.”
“But where will you go?” she asks me. “You can’t just leave your own wedding!”
“Oh, really?” I pick up my train and glare at her. “Watch me.”
Chapter Five
I spin on my heel and storm out the revolving doors.
Tears continue to stream down my cheeks, and I can’t tell if I’m more angry, humiliated, or sad. I just know that I need a getaway car.
I hurry around to the front of the building, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows. Then, I cross the street and duck behind a short tree on the corner.
