Page 84 of Last Minute Fiancé

Well, hell.

“And?”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Why couldn’t I read her face anymore? “And I said yes. He loves me. He respects me.” When I didn’t say anything, she smiled again, but this time I read sadness. Sadness I had put on her face. Because that’s what I was good at. “I told myself I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I did with my first husband.”

The words sounded bitter, so I smirked, doing what I did best. “Glad you are getting your second chance. He’s an asshole though. But I guess you’re good at choosing assholes.”

“I chose you after all.” She rolled her eyes, before her shoulders dropped and she sighed. “I don’t hate you, August. I stopped doing that a long time ago.”

I snorted. Too bad I hated myself.

“Fine. But just leave Pretty Boy Jacob at home when I’m around? I’m not in the mood to deal with his smirking. And I guess you hanging out with your ex-husband and his family probably isn’t the best for his political aspects?”

She stared at me and shook her head. “Jealous?” she asked, that biting tone back. I loved that biting tone. It meant there was still some emotion there. Some of the Paisley I remembered.

And yes, I was jealous. But I wasn’t going to say it out loud.

“Never.”

She searched my face, just like I was searching hers. But I knew she couldn’t read me. We were both so good at hiding. That’s why it never worked out. Why he was better for her.

“Goodbye, August.”

I lifted my chin and met her gaze. “Goodbye, Paisley.”

I watched her go, thinking it a bit ironic, as I was the one who had left last time.

I regretted it ever since.

And now it was far too late to fix it. Far too late for second chances.