Chapter 9
He tried to play the pity card as my dumped victim, but the crowd had heard every ugly detail–seen him about to marry Kayla, call me a mistress. So when Ryan started sniveling, no one bought his act.
I kicked his hand away, ice in my voice: “When you conned me with a fake license and married Kayla for real, did you think about today? If you hadn’t been such a heartless bastard, our son could’ve gotten priority blood–he’d still
be alive!”
I stormed off as onlookers jeered:
“Disgusting–his mistress killed his kid, and he was gonna marry her! What a father.”
“Now that the kid’s dead, he wants his wife back? Where was he before?”
“Married the woman who murdered his son–dude’s either brain–dead or blind.”
Ryan scrambled after me, screaming my name, but Zane’s guards blocked him. His cries faded as I walked toward
the chapel, hand in Zane’s.
Amid cheers and applause, we said our vows. Zane was my childhood friend–we grew up together. When his family moved at 18, I was too proud to stay in touch, thinking he’d abandoned me. But he’d kept his promise: be there when
I needed him, marry me the second I said yes.
Three years later, I stood at my son’s grave with Zane, placing flowers. “If you’re willing, come back as my baby,” I
whispered, still aching with guilt.
Kayla got life in prison for the hit–and–run. Ryan keeps their daughter, but he’s a mess–beating the kid, shouting for Kayla to pay for his son’s death. He lost his job, wanders the streets half–crazy.
None of that matters now,
My life is bright with Zane.
The past?
Just smoke in the wind.
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