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There could be no confusion. It was right on the video! Only Remy could try to sell such an outrageous lie.
Well, she believes you were cheating. That’s the problem.
I’ve got this, Remy wrote back.Just stay out of it.
Okay.Bastian filled his glass before plopping back on the couch. “You haven’tgotanything,” he said to the room and flipped to the golf channel. But he could’ve been watching anything. All he could think about was that, for once, Remy wouldn’t get everything he wanted.
Remy called before Ismay could decide what, exactly, she wanted to text him. She stared at his picture on her phone, wondering if she should pick up. He could be so persuasive and persistent; she didn’t want him to talk her out of what she was going to do. But avoiding him for that reason seemed a little sophomoric, so she forced herself to answer.
“Hey, babe,” he said.
She rolled her eyes at the saccharine in his voice. He wasn’t going to win her back that easily. “Don’t you need to be studying?”
“How can I study when you’re upset with me?”
“I’m more than upset, Remy.”
“And I can see why. I feel terrible.”
Would how she was acting impact his ability to prepare for the last part of his medical boards? She hated being responsible for setting anyone back. But she always took on too much responsibility.Shewas merely reacting as anyone would, she reminded herself. It was a natural consequence ofhisactions.Hewas the one who’d caused the rift between them. “I think... I think we need to call off the engagement.”
“Why? We have time to work this out. And we will. I swear I’ll prove myself. I’ll be a different man, a much better one, once I clear this hurdle and start my residency.”
But his residency would present its own challenges. Was she going to have to worry about him continuing to sleep with Sam or the female nurses and/or doctors where he worked? Would she be at her office, trying to concentrate on her own work when he called to say he wouldn’t be home for dinner and get a sick feeling in her stomach as she wondered if he was hiding away in a closet at the hospital with an intern?
“I’m happy to hear that,” she said. “And maybe it’ll be true. But until I can heal and rebuild my trust—ifI can heal and rebuild my trust—I’m taking marriage off the table.”
“Ismay, come on. Don’t be a bitch. I told you, Sam doesn’t mean anything to me.”
The irritation and impatience in his voice absolutely confounded her. How dare he act as thoughshewere doing something wrong simply because she’d been hurt by his actions? “Call me a bitch if you want to, but I’ve already taken off your ring. You’ll find it on your dresser when you get here.”
“And where willyoube?”
“I don’t know,” she said and hung up.
A text came in from Jack before she could even gather her thoughts after that call.
Want to go for a walk along the beach? Weather is perfect.
She did want to go. She felt she was suffocating in the cottage with Remy’s things surrounding her, that duffel bag lurking in the closet, and his drunk brother parked on the couch downstairs.
Yes.
Private beach or public one?
She didn’t only want to get out of the house; she wanted to get off the property.
Public.
Want me to meet you there?
She no longer cared if Bastian knew her brother was staying with Bo, not for her own sake. But she didn’t want it to cause any problems for Bo, so they still had to be careful.
Okay if we walk? I don’t want to ask Bastian if I can take the Jeep.
Sure. Meet you at the turnoff to Bo’s in ten minutes?
Perfect.
