Chapter 7
Everett’s face went completely pale.
“Sloane Mercer, what the hell did you just say?“[]
“Do you even know what I’ve gone through to marry you?“]
Gone through a lot, sure.[]
Like working really hard to play me for a fool.[]
I stared at the mess of a man in front of me and suddenly let out a laugh.[]
“Babe, I’m messing with you. Can’t believe you actually took that seriously.“[]
Everett grabbed my hand like a drowning man, all his usual charm gone.[]
“You can’t joke about stuff like that with me.”
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Before I could react, he pulled me into his arms, voice trembling.[]
Sloane Mercer, please… don’t ever say that again. You know you’re the only one I’ve ever loved.“[]
“Marrying you… it’s the only thing I’ve ever really wanted.“[]
I almost laughed in his face.]]
You keep telling yourself that.]]
I wrapped my arms around him with a blank stare.[]
“I’m sorry, babe. I won’t say stuff like that again.“[]
For the next few days, I claimed I still wasn’t feeling well.[]
Every little thing about the wedding–big or small–Everett handled himself.]
At night, he’d wrap his arms around me and whine.[]
“Baby, I’m so exhausted…”
“But then I think, you’re about to be my wife, and suddenly, it all feels worth it.“[]
Yeah. He was exhausted.
Running a whole wedding and sneaking off to sleep with his side chick?]
That’ll wear a man out.]
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