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“Jesus,” he curses, running a hand through his hair.
“I have the recording if you’d like to see it.” I hold up my phone, and he stares at it with a look of disgust on his face.
“No.” He shakes his head. “No, I don’t need to see it. But I do need to get the fuck out of here. Excuse me.” With those words, he bolts out of the room, leaving me standing by the windows, wondering if I should take off after him or just stay put until he returns.
Chapter 12: Spencer Nash
That Damn Mustard Allergy
The Day of the Wedding
Fuck it.
I’m getting blasted.
It’s bad enough to know I was being cheated on, but to learn that the woman I loved—the woman I asked to spend her life with me—was just using me the whole time for my money?
On a different level.
What a horrible, awful, terrible person.
I’m not sure what else to do besides numb myself to all of it, so I beeline for the bar the second the elevator doors open.
The bachelor party is still in full swing out by the pool. My three brothers are out there, none of them any the wiser about the inner turmoil Gracie Newman just brought upon me.
What the fuck is wrong with Amelia?
No shit she didn’t give me the ring back. Of course she didn’t. She probably already pawned it off for cash.
Fuck her. Fuck Drew. Fuck the vineyard and the will and all of it—except for Gracie.
She’s the only one who was honest with me. I wonder how she feels about all of this. I wonder why she felt like she had to fly out to tell me this. She said it warranted an in-person discussion, but she could’ve done it over the phone. Instead, she cared enough to show up for me.
I’ve been nursing beer all day, but I go straight for what’s going to get me drunkest the fastest. “Double shot of tequila,” I say to the bartender. He drops it by a minute later.
I suck it back. Fuck, that tastes like shit.
“More,” I say, holding up the empty glass. “Or better yet, a glass of it, neat, and start me a tab.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, and he pours me a nice, steep tumbler with tequila.
I sit back and sip.
As if it didn’t hurt enough to find out she was sleeping with someone else when I put my trust in her, now this.
How long was it going on? I hadn’t had sex with her in nearly a month by the time I finally ended things with her, so ever since I found out about the infidelity, I allowed myself to believe it was just for that month. The alternative is thinking I was somehow inadequate in bed, but I don’t really believe that.
I think she met me, scammed me, and was planning to take me for some money—as if I ever would’ve been stupid enough to enter into a marriage with her without an air-fucking-tight prenup.
But despite wanting to believe it was just for that month, something tells me she was sleeping with Drew long before she ever even met me.
She was lying to me our entire relationship. How will I ever trust another woman again?
I don’t know the answer to that. Right now…it seems pretty bleak. I’ve embraced the belief that people will only disappoint me in the long run. I’ve started to feel like I’m better off alone.
I’ve spent most of my time over the last six weeks in San Diego getting to know the town and my teammates as I avoid women completely, and that seems like the right path to continue down. It’s just safer that way.
“There you are,” a voice beside me says.
