God knows I deserve her fury. I deserve to be hated. Not held.
“You can’t stay, Blair,” she says gently.
I nod. She’s right. I shouldn’t be here. Not after everything.
“I’m going to marry him,” she says firmly. “Because I’m pregnant, Blair. And he loves me.”
Her words hit like a freight train. Pregnant.
My legs give out, and I fall back to the floor, hands flying to cover my mouth.
He told me they hadn’t been together that way in a long time.
He told me I was the only one he was sleeping with.
And like a goddamn fool, I believed him.
I threw away my relationship with my sister. For what?
I’m so stupid. So fucking stupid.
“I’m not mad, Blair,” she says after a long pause. “I just need some time, okay? Just… pack your bags while I book your flight.”
Her voice doesn’t match the moment. It’s like she’s tucking me in for bed instead of sending me away.
I look up at her, searching her face for something, anything, to explain the quietness in her tone. Why isn’t she throwing things? Why isn’t she hating me?
She’s unreadable, detached. It makes me sick, how calm she is. She isn’t breaking apart inside the way I am.
Maybe she never loved him like I did, or maybe I’m just a fool.
I don’t ask questions or argue. If time is what she wants, it’s what I’ll give her.
She deserves that much, even if I don’t deserve her at all.
I rise shakily as soon as Abigail leaves the room, tears blurring my vision. Mechanically, I gather my belongings.
It doesn’t take long. I only pack what I came with. Everything Calvin ever gave me, every trace of him, I leave behind on the bed. I don’t want the reminders. My broken heart is proof enough of what we had… and what I’ve lost.
Once everything is ready, I take a deep breath and force myself downstairs. Abigail is waiting in the foyer, phone in hand. She looks at me, expression unreadable.
“Your flight is in three hours. I called you an Uber,” she says simply before wrapping her arms around me.
The hug throws me off. It’s everything I don’t deserve right now.
“I’m sorry, Abby, I’m sorry. I love you…” I whisper, my voice cracking.
“Shhh, I know,” she replies.
When she pulls away, I feel like I’ve lost her forever.
The entire ride to the airport, I can’t stop crying. Silent tears stream down my face. By the time I reach the terminal, I’m determined to cut him out of my life completely. As soon as I sit down to wait for my flight, I pull out my phone and block his number. It’s the only way to protect myself and Abigail.
Because deep down, I know if Calvin called and asked me to come back, I’d go running to him.
Once I land in Paris, I step out of the airport and spot Dylan waiting for me. Immediately, my tears begin to flow again. He envelops me in a tight hug, letting me soak his shirt with my tears.
“Welcome home.”
