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“Sorry? You’re sorry? You should be more than sorry. How could you do this to me? Who is she?” she demanded. When he didn’t answer, she shouted, “Who in the hell is she?”
Eric shook his head. “Liz,” he murmured.
“Liz? My best friend, Liz McCallister?”
“Yes.”
“Get out and never speak to me again. My lawyer will be contacting you,” Brenna yelled, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.
“Brenna, we can work through this—” Eric stopped when Brenna slapped him across the face.
“No, we can’t. I want nothing to do with you from now on,” she stated firmly, holding back tears as she headed for the bathroom. She refused to let him see her cry. But he showed his true self when he told her she was the one who had to leave. The house belonged to him before they married, and her name wasn’t on the deed.
Returning to the present, she inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled. Not only had he lied about ending the affair, but the two cheaters were now living together. She couldn’t help but hope that Karma would one day come back to bite them both in the ass. She moved out of the house a few days later, and he had Liz move in with him. To say she’d been destroyed would be a huge understatement.
She and Eric had been best friends with Liz and Beau for years. They did everything together, dinners, movies, and date nights. The betrayal from Eric and Liz had left her devastated, and she knew it affected Beau just as much. Liz and Beau had been married for ten years while she and Eric had been married for five. Even now, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had cheated on her before Liz.
Shaking her head, she prepared her horse and rode out of the barn toward the north pasture. It just didn’t matter anymore.
The cool autumn breeze was a sign that winter was on its way. Despite it being late September, the lack of snow indicated that they were in for a difficult winter.
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Beau strode toward the house, shaking his head. Who knew he’d run into Brenna after all this time? She was still as beautiful as ever. He’d always thought so. Her long blonde hair flowed softly around her shoulders and her ice blue eyes always seemed to sparkle with mischief.
He knew she’d been devastated by their spouse’s affair, just as he had. It pissed him off that ten years were all for nothing. He was now glad that Liz wasn’t able to have children. It would have been a lot messier divorce. As it was, they had to go to court. Liz wanted half of everything, but his lawyer made sure that didn’t happen. If he ever got married again, he would have the woman sign a prenup. If she wasn’t willing to do it, then he’d move on.
There was no way he’d let anyone take half of what he built so hard to have. Liz probably thought he’d be more than happy to give her half. Nothing was further from the truth.
He sighed thinking about seeing Brenna. She seemed happy, but he was sure it still haunted her as it did him. He couldn’t help but think, was it his fault? Did he stay away from home too much? It was his job. He worked for the Montana Department of Livestock, and sometimes he had to travel for a case. She knew that going into the marriage. He also raised and sold Appaloosa horses, so he worked a good bit. But Liz knew all of that. She sure loved the money he made by doing both.
Shaking his head, he walked up the steps, knocked on the door, and waited. When it opened, he grinned when he saw Mr. Lawrence.
Beau removed his hat and greeted him.
“Mr. Lawrence? I’m Agent Beau McCallister with the Montana Department of Livestock.”
“Call me Greg. Come on inside,” the man replied, pulling the door open wider for him.
Beau followed him into the kitchen. As he hung his hat on a nearby peg, he looked at the man.
“Thanks.”
“Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Not at all. Have a seat, this won’t take long.”
“Thanks.” Beau pulled out a chair from the table and sat down. “I didn’t know Brenna was your daughter.”
“You know Brenna?” Greg asked with surprise.
Beau smirked. “Yes, I’ve known her for years.”
“I see,” Greg said, but Beau could see a frown forming on his forehead.
“Can I ask you something personal?”
