Page 34 of Billionaire Hunt

I didn’t wait for him to reply, as I looked around him and continued to study the painkillers available. Maybe I’ll just ask the pharmacist...I thought to myself. I realized then that I was practically looking through Wyatt...and the strange part was...I felt nothing.

I no longer felt anything. In fact, I think the original nervousness I felt had nothing to do with him and all to do with not knowing how this moment was going to play out. I was never afraid of confrontation, but I hadn’t wanted to get into it in the middle of Walgreens with my ex either.

I finally really looked at him as I made a selection and noticed that he was standing directly in front of me waiting for me to say something. Wyatt looked good, I grudgingly admitted. His bloat from too many carbs and not enough exercise was replaced by a more trimmed body. Maybe his mistress made him work out. One had to look good for one’s mistress, I supposed.

His appearance wasn’t the only thing that was different. He seemed calmer, more relaxed. It appeared that he was happy. Great. Just great. Truth be told, I wanted him to be miserable. Very miserable. He had made me so miserable in my heart, he deserved any and all the misery the world had to offer.

I guess karma hadn’t caught up with this new, improved version of Wyatt. Damn, I hated karma.

“So how are you?” he asked, clearly not intending to move. Great. So I was going to have to actually have a conversation with him. I wasn’t having a very good day. First, I mess up my ankle and clobber my knee, next I can’t deal with my feelings for Erik, no matter what they might be, and now my cheating, philandering, granny kicking out ex wanted to chitchat. No, thank you.

“Fine. Would you excuse me? I’m sort of in a rush and I didn’t come here to chitchat.”

He looked disappointed and blurted out, “It wasn’t mine.”

“What?” I asked, very confused.

“The baby...”

I frowned. What the hell was he talking about? And then it hit me and I couldn’t stop the smirk that crossed my face. “You mean the love child?”

He blushed and looked down at his shoes. He was ashamed to meet my eyes. Good, I thought.

“Jenna, well, she was cheating on me...she told me right after I ended it with you that the baby wasn’t mine.”

I smiled. Karma had done her job. Yay, karma!

“So let me get this right...you were being cheated on by the person you were cheating with?”

He finally raised his eyes, looked me dead in the eye and nodded.

“Sucks to be you,” I said succinctly and moved to get into the long line that was now forming at the register. Where had all these people come from? Was it some sort of law of the universe that as soon as you’re ready to check out everyone else is too?

I sighed and got in line. Unfortunately, Wyatt followed me there. “So how have you been? Are you seeing someone?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He looked dejected. Maybe I was being petty, but his dejected look made me feel great.

“Listen, I’m really sorry---”

“Sorry for what? That you cheated on me? Sorry that your mistress dumped you is more like it.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m sorry that I hurt you. I should have ended it between us a long time ago.”

I was confused. “By us do you mean me and you or you and Jennifer?”

“Jenna.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever...Jennifer, Jenna, all the same to me. Anyway, I don’t particularly care for this conversation, Wyatt. I’d rather not discuss all my business in front a bunch of strangers in Walgreens. I don’t think that’s too unreasonable.”

He nodded and looked around as if he was finally noticing the people ahead of us and behind us. “You’re right. Maybe we can talk elsewhere? Maybe over coffee?”

“Over coffee? What the hell is wrong with you? You really think I have nothing better to do than sit around chatting with my loser ex?”

I had gotten loud and several people had turned around to stare at us. Wyatt looked ready to hide in a hole now. “Well, I---”

I held up my hand. “Stop. Just stop talking. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. And nothing you will say will make up for how you betrayed me, how you hurt me,” I whispered harshly. “And,” I said, restraining myself from clobbering him with the bottle in my hand, “it was really low of you to throw my grandma out.”