Before he could say more, my son ran into Mitch's arms, clutching her tightly.
"Momma Mitch, are you leaving me too? I don't want to go back to Maleficent!"
Jonas laughed his ass off.
Then the three of them hugged like some perfect family.
That's when Mitch turned her head and noticed me watching at the door.
She smiled—not a nice smile but a smug, "I win" kind of smile.
At that moment, everything became clear.
She was the one who had sent me that text, using Jonas's phone!
Just to humiliate me!
Strangely enough, though, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
I just turned around and walked away. On the way out, I texted my dad.
[Set the wedding for next month.]
It was pouring rain, and I walked all the way home in it.
By the time I got there, I was drenched and burning with a fever. I collapsed into bed and didn't wake up until the next morning.
When I opened my eyes, it was Jonas shaking me awake.
He looked at me differently this time—gentler.
"Boo, I made you something to eat. Even if you're sick, you shouldn't just sleep on an empty stomach, okay?"
First time in 10 years he'd ever made something for me.
But I almost puked when I looked at the bowl of pasta in his hands.