The moment she was gone, Graham lifted his chin, his expression dripping with provocation.
"Wilfred, you really are pathetic. You knew I was already Carrie's husband, and you still tried to go through with a wedding?"
"So what if her mother doesn't like me? She can object all she wants. She still had to watch Carrie marry me."
"Tomorrow's ceremony? That'll be mine. And Carrie will only ever be my woman."
"You? You'll just be the homewrecker everyone spits on."
"And don't kid yourself into thinking she'll divorce me in three years and come running to you, because..."
He leaned in close, his grin insufferably smug.
"The baby in her belly is the product of our night together."
I dropped my gaze, hiding the tears that surged up without warning.
So it was true. Carrie had betrayed me.
And she'd treated me like a fool, stringing me along for another three years.
I did the math. The baby would have been conceived the night she never came home.
That was the first time she'd ever forgotten my birthday. She said she was out entertaining clients.
The next morning, she came back full of apologies.
And then she told me we should get married.
She said she wanted to give me a fairy-tale wedding.