“Annulled, not divorced, but yes,” I answer.
“And he wasn’t happy,” he says, and my eyes dart up to his in a less than amused expression.
“Let’s just say he lost his damn mind,” I say.
“I’m sure that was fun. So who’s the snitch?” he asks.
I lean back in my chair, shaking my head slowly. “I have no idea. I told you, and that’s it.”
“Did she tell anyone?” he asks.
“I wondered about that. If she did, I can’t imagine it was anyone other than her friend Lainey. I feel like her lips are sealed, considering she’s Mila’s best friend.”
“How sure are you about that?” he nods up at me.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Well think about it…maybe she’s loyal. But if she told someone, it could have looped back around to someone youwouldn’twant knowing,” he suggests, and I think about that.
“I mean there has been friction between them,” I note. “It’s because she’s been spending a lot more time with me than her. And when she’s not with me, she’s with Brynn and those girls.”
“The bitch squad, of course,” he nods, then looks back up at me. “You don’t think she’d talk to her, do you?” he asks.
“Brynn?” I ask. “No way. They’re not actually friends.”
“Hmm,” Andrew hums, nursing his bottle. “So, what are you two going to do?” he asks.
“Mila and I? Nothing,” I answer.
“If you get married anyways, get a lawyer and go after that money; he has to release it. Whether he likes it or not, it’s in the paperwork already. We may not get it in time to bid on Golden Rule, but still.”
“I’m not marrying her,” I say flat out.
“Really?” he asks.
“Really.”
“Why?”
“Because she lied,” I answer.
“About what?” Andrew prods.
I swallow back the bile in the throat that forms every time I think about it. “She’s pregnant.”
“No shit,” he answers with wide eyes.
“Yep,” I say.
“When did she tell you that?” Andrew asks.
“She didn’t. My dad did. That was part of his explosive call the other night. In fact, Mila doesn’t even know that I know,” I say.
“Jesus,” he lets out a low whistle. “Why would she keep that from you?”
My lips go slack in a sour frown, and I wave the bartender down for another beer. “No fucking clue? If I had to guess, she found out, realized babies are expensive and agreed to my proposal because she needed money.”
“Hold up,” Andrew cuts in. “You don’t think she was going to try and keep it a secret forever and use you just for the money?”
