"What's so hard about apologizing, Blair? Say sorry, and you can have whatever you want," he said, like he was handing me the world on a silver platter. "I'll hang out with your kid or even make you my wife."
I used to dream about being his legit wife. I imagined standing by his side, everyone knowing I was his. But he was always seen publicly with Aria, so everyone thought she was his wife.
There are dreams we pursue, and dreams we drop, though.
Now that I no longer wanted it, he was dangling it in front of me like a carrot.
"No need, Kyle. We're done."
Kyle’s face twisted, like he couldn’t process what I’d just said.
“What? Not gonna come running to me, pretending you need me to play with your kid anymore?”
Pretending? I flared up.
“You don’t get it, do you? It’s not about pretending. It’s about you never being there when it mattered.”
Before I could snap back, Aria chimed in.
“Blair, stop deceiving Kyle! If Andy is really dying, where is he? Why are you here alone?”
“Shut up! You have no right to mention my son.”
Aria’s face crumpled. “Okay. I'm sorry! You don't need to be mad at me, Blair.”