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I had assumed that Manon had tried to reach me. To tell me about her date, gossip a little, and grill me about Gray. Instead, there was:Unknown Number (139).
A shiver raced down my spine. Not many people had my cell number, and no sane person would try that hard to reach someone repeatedly.
Suddenly, it felt like someone had clenched a fist around my guts. I had an overwhelming urge to speak with Gray.
I turned on my heel and rushed toward the front door. What had he said? That he needed to catch up on what had happened since yesterday. So he was probably in the assembly house, getting briefed by his employees.
Just as I placed my hand on the doorknob of the front door, I heard footsteps outside on the steps. Relief flooded through me. Gray was here, so I didn't have to search the whole property to tell him he might as well throw my phone into the next campfire.
139 missed calls.
Who, other thanhim, would find it necessary to call me that often? After I had blocked his actual contact info and disappeared without a trace from his life?
I flung the door open. "Gray, I need to…"
The words stuck in my throat because standing before me was not Gray. It was George.
I immediately took a step back, about to slam the door shut. I didn't want to see him. Hear him. Be near him.
And yet here he was.
How on earth had he found me?
"Amelia, wait. I need to talk to you. Please. It took a lot for me to find you here. You can't just…" He stopped when I slammed the door against his shoe that he had wedged in the door gap. "Stop that. Don't act like a child."
Another icy shudder ran down my spine, this time, not because of his sudden appearance but because of the behavior he was displaying.
"There's nothing to discuss," I replied, leaning heavily against the door. This was Gray's home. He had no business here. At the same time, I knew he wouldn't give up. He wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted. "How did you even find me?"
He snorted. "Easy. You forgot that our accounts are still linked, and I can easily track your location."
Damn.
"And then you took weeks to show up?"
"I had matters to attend to."
"You mean, you had to sleep with that woman until she dumped you because you're a lousy boyfriend and then you thought you'd try your luck with your ex again." I couldn't recall ever speaking to him this way before.
"It was a mistake, okay? I have no idea how you even found out, but it was a mistake."
"That I found out? Sure. Otherwise, you could have continued your double life." I shook my head.
What was happening right now was the conversation I never wanted to have. Because it didn't matter. It didn't matter what he had to say.
"Don't be like that. Everyone makes mistakes. Let me in, and we'll talk it over."
"But there's nothing to talk about. Don't you get it? I'm happy here. Without you. Free from you. Over the past months, I’d been fighting for a relationship that was long dead. You wouldn't have cheated on me otherwise. Just because things didn't work out with your new girl doesn't mean it's right to come back to me. I don't want you anymore."
"Who then?" Now he sounded upset. "Is it true what the policewoman said? That you're letting some old guy come on to you?"
"What happens in my life is none of your business." If I stood my ground and didn't let him get close to me…
"So, you're screwing a guy who could well be your father. Wow. And you left me for him."
His words hit me. Unexpectedly, and most of all, unprepared. He came here and had the audacity to criticize the way I was getting over his betrayal? How I had chosen to heal the wounds he inflicted?
Now it wasn't just a queasy feeling occupying my stomach but blazing anger. But it wasn't enough to explode in front of him. I took a deep breath. Then I flung open the door and confronted him.
