“Excuse me?”
“Weren’t you paying attention to Katie’s psychotic episode the other night?”
“Youbothwere having psychotic episodes…”
“Michelle doesn’t want to marry you,” I said, feeling the weight of the past several weeks lift off my chest. “Hell, I don’teven think she can stand to be around you for more than five minutes.”
He arched a brow.
“She hired me—through Katie—to sabotage things before the wedding,” I said. “And honestly, this has probably been the hardest job I’ve ever had to do because it was you, but… She doesn’t love you, and you need to get rid of her. You can find someone else who wouldn’t ever dare to think of pulling this shit.”
He looked at me like I was insane.
“Do you not understand what’s happening?” I asked. “Do I need to break it down with crayons or simply repeat myself?”
“I’d love for you to repeat yourself,” a soft voice said from behind.
I looked over my shoulder to see Michelle and Katie behind our table.
“Actually, hold that thought until I get comfortable.” Michelle moved to sit across from me, right next to Chris.
Katie didn’t sit at all.
She just stood there, looking as if she was on the verge of tears.
I was tempted to pull her close and ask her what the hell was wrong, but her recent words to me were still too raw.
“What were you saying, Asher?” Michelle asked. “Something about me not loving your brother?”
“Exactly.” I glared at her. “You don’t love him, and you’ve been putting on one hell of an act since we got here.”
She had the audacity to look confused.
“I’m making an exception to my typical policy in your case,” I said. “You need to tell my brother the fucking truth—right now—and then I’ll help you make up an excuse to share with everyone else. They’ll never know how heartless, fake, and fucking selfish you are.”
“That’s enough, Asher.” Chris growled.
“It’ll be ‘enough’ when Michelle finally stops lying to you.”
“I said it’s fucking enough.” He glared at me. “ENOUGH.”
He looked at Michelle, then at me, and I waited for him to demand the truth, but all he did was smile.
At her.
The woman who was plotting his heartbreak and humiliation this Sunday.
Michelle didn’t answer right away.
She just looked at me.
Then at Chris.
Then back at me.
“…You really believe that?”
Michelle’s lips curved into a small smile. Chris followed—but it wasn’t amused. It was relieved.
