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Duncan is cheating on me and I ran away from my wedding.

I roll over on the soft bed, not caring where my phone is. I have zero doubt there are dozens, if not hundreds, of messages from my family wondering where I am and why I didn’t show up. Hell, maybe even Duncan. But wouldn’t he just go crying to his girlfriend?

I hate how I’m feeling right now.

Miserable, cranky, and hungover.

The worst combination possible.

I shouldn’t put it off. I already did the least adult thing and ran off on Duncan. I need to look and see. And as expected, hundreds of messages. Calls and voicemails from my parents. Texts from Duncan. A few voicemails.

Shit.

This is worse than I thought.

Duncan

What the fuck, Chloe?

You ran out on me?

I’m the best thing that ever happened to you and this is how you repay me?

I gave you everything!

Where are you?

Seriously, answer me!

Ugh.I don’t know what I ever saw in this man. The pressure from my family to settle down made me want to say yes to him. Was there any other reason I said yes? I tap over to the other text from my mom.

Mom

Where in the world are you?

The wedding is supposed to start in ten minutes

Chloe. This behavior is childish

If you don’t want to get married, you need to tell someone

Running out on Duncan? He’s devastated

Devastated?Really? I highly doubt he was devastated. Probably ran right into the arms of his girlfriend.

Another thought hits me. Oh God. WasIthe other woman?

Shit. I go back to his texts, ready to fire one off to him.

Duncan

Baby. Where are you? I love you

You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

I love you

Call me, okay?