"Even after Layla's baby has my name on the birth certificate, you'll still be my one and only girlfriend."
I frowned and cut him off before he could make me any more nauseous.
"The day you left three years ago—did you not get my text?"
Alex went rigid.
"What text? My phone got stolen at the airport."
So that explained the unshakable confidence. He'd spent three years convinced I'd be waiting here like a good girl, ready to play the other woman when he waltzed back.
I folded my arms across my chest and repeated the text I'd sent that day, word by word.
"We broke up. Three years ago."
"You ditched your girlfriend to travel the world with your first love. I wished you a beautiful reunion, and I wished you'd crash and burn all over again."
Silence.
Then two mocking laughs rang out in unison.
It didn't matter what I said. They both assumed I was just lashing out.
I couldn't be bothered to waste another second on these two idiots. I grabbed the toy and headed for the register.
Just as I was about to pay, Alex cut in front of me and slapped a black card on the counter.
"Everything in this store. Wrap it all up."
He glanced down and pointed at me. "Including whatever she's holding."