Then I heard him say, casual and cruel, “I stopped blaming you a long time ago. My dad used to yell at you. So, him getting hit by you is just his karma. As for Marianne, if she hadn’t been in the picture, maybe you and I would’ve been together long ago. I always thought that sometimes hate, at its extreme, is just another kind of love.”
Arabella’s eyes lit up. “Then will you give me a wedding?”
My vision blurred. I didn’t see his answer. But Colette covered my eyes with both hands, swearing under her breath.
“You ungrateful dog!” she hissed. “If you hadn’t dragged him out of that car back then, he’d be six feet under! You helped him without asking for anything, and yet he let her ruin you for years!”
“Divorce isn’t enough,” she kept muttering as she fumed. “I’ll make sure he walks away with nothing.”
Marianne's POV
I pulled Colette’s hand away from my eyes, only to see that the two of them were still on the bench, kissing like nobody else existed.
My hands shook as I dialed Gideon’s number. Once, twice, three times.
Yet he ignored every call, acting like he couldn’t hear.
Only when he finally picked up his phone did he see my text.