Page 201 of Bridesmaid By Chance

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“Oh, so you care now?”

He growls in frustration. “Sloane, please?—”

I hold up my hand and take a step back. “You know what your options are—a cliff or a smoothie. Either way, get the hell away from me.”

And then I move into the bathroom where I slam the door, then slowly sink to the floor and cry.

“Pull harder…Husband.”

The last few hours have been tense to say the least.

He keeps trying to talk to me.

I keep telling him to fuck off.

He attempted to apologize—attemptbeing the key word.

I told him to find a cliff again.

He brought me a smoothie.

I drank it and thanked him because at least I have manners.

Now that I’m showered, makeup is done, hair is done thanks to the unfortunate hairdresser who had to come into this anger-filled room and do my hair, I’m forced to ask Hudson for help with my corset.

“I don’t want to hurt you…Wife,” Hudson says on a grunt.

“How could you possibly hurt me any more than you already have?” I counter, because, well, facts.

Growing frustrated, he lets go of the strings and takes a step back. Not sure why he’s frustrated; he’s the one who fucked up. He’s the one who led me on, who protected me and made me feel cherished, only to flip the switch in a single night and take off to another country without any communication on his end.

I tried.

I tried to talk to him, but he was radio silent, and he just expects to walk back in here as if nothing happened?

Everything happened.

Everything!

My brother found out about us.

He hasn’t spoken to me since.

And I’ve felt so alone.

So freaking alone in this entire thing all because of Hudson.

I can’t think of that now, though.

I just need to get this day over and done with so I can go home and move on.

Which, God, what am I going to do when I get home?

Job one, divorce the motherfucker.

Job two, talk to my brother.

Job three, get my freaking life together.

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