“Yeah? Nice. Who were you cheering for, Harvard or Emery?”
“Harvard. My girl here is actually hoping to find Jackson Wilson. Do you happen to know if he’s at this party?” Ryan asks,looping her arm through mine and blinking innocently at the guy.
“Wilson? What is a gorgeous girl like yourself doing wasting your time with a rookie?” he asks, raising my hackles.Who is this guy?
“She’s his girlfriend,” Ryan tells him, thankfully not telling him that I’m his wife.
“Ah, so you’re the girl who broke the rookie’s heart.” He pauses to look me up and down while taking a sip of his drink. “You know what, I think I just might know where Wilson is. Come with me,” he suggests.
“Who are you?” I question, finally finding my voice.
“Enzo Calvetti. And from what I hear, you’re Taevin Gray.” Enzo holds his hand out and I hesitate for a moment before shaking it.
“Nice to meet you. You had a good game tonight.”
He clenches his jaw before mustering a curt, “Thanks.”
I nod. “So . . . Jax?”
“Right. Follow me.” Enzo nods behind him and we follow him toward the back of the house into a large den that has five couches surrounding a pool table. There looks to be about a dozen guys all with Harvard hockey sweatshirts or stocking hats on. They’re either sitting together on the couches or playing pool.
Off in the corner there’s also a group of girls talking to a few guys.
“Oh shit,” Enzo murmurs at the same time my eyes land on my husband for the first time in over six weeks.
As if in slow motion, I watch as a girl sits down on his lap, wraps her arms around his neck, and leans in for a kiss.
My heart sinks to my stomach and my mouth becomes watery from the nausea threatening to take over. I cover my mouth and run from the room in search of the nearest bathroom.
Ryan hooks her arm around my elbow and guides me to a sliding door that brings us out to the side of the house. I’m throwing up into the bushes before I’ve even taken three steps.
“Motherfucker!” Ryan seethes while simultaneously holding my hair and rubbing soothing circles on my back.
Pain ricochets from my chest to my stomach but the pain in my abdomen is different from the heartbreak I’m experiencing.
A stabbing pain has nausea rolling through me again and sweat dotting my brow.
“Something’s wrong,” I gasp through the heaves wracking my body.
“Unfortunately I think he’s just an asshole,” Ryan counters, misunderstanding what I’m trying to tell her.
“No—” I breathe. “Something is wrong.” Just as the words leave my lips, my pants soak with a gush of liquid.
I bring my hand between my legs and even in the dim lighting from the nearby outdoor light I can make out the blood covering the pads of my fingers.
In disbelief, I frantically swipe my other hand through my legs and it comes up covered.
Blood. There’s so much blood. It’s soaked through my pants. I fall to the ground and drop my head into my hands as sobs wrack my body with an unyielding force as the likely reality of my situation hits me.
“Oh my gosh! Tae, we need to go to the hospital. That’s a lot of blood.”
“I can’t, Ry. Not yet. He doesn’t know. Jackson doesn’t even know.”
I can hardly breathe as tears stream down my cheeks. Ryan uses all of her strength to get me to my feet before guiding me toward the street where an Uber is waiting.
“Please take us to the nearest hospital!” she shouts to the driver.
“Are you Angela? It says you’re going to Shake Shack—” he starts, but Ryan cuts him off.
