his blinkest espesty, revers immediately welling us “Preston, does Arta not like me…
of being your stand in bride today, and she specially cookest
rowing attitu
Tew minutes before the wedding you ditched me to pick her us, then let her be the
we’re basically family now I honestly
Before I could answer, she looked at Preston with forest lightness “I didn’t realize Aria was so bothered by our past Maybe I should move out after all.”
make sure to send child support on time!”
With that, she sat down with a strained smile, picking up one of mine and Preston’s matching bowls and shovesting macaroni into her mouth
But tears kept streaming down her face
She quickly wiped them away, choking out: “Don’t worry, Aria. Pil leave after I finish eating. A motel will be time”
Suddenly she started dry heaving violently, sobbing hysterically: “Baby, I’m sorry Daddy’s new girlfriend st want us here. Mommy can’t give you a complete family…”
Hearing this, Preston immediately rushed over and pulled her into his arms, whispering Swances
When he looked up at me, his eyes were full of blame and disgust: “Aria, what the hell do you happy until tris is dead?
* You won’t
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Chapter 2
I ignored him and stepped forward.
But Preston quickly raised an arm to block my path.
“Iris and I are just family–there’s nothing romantic between us! Why do you keep harping on this?”
“Family?” I laughed coldly. “Family members don’t have babies together! Preston, do I look like I was born yesterday?”
He frowned, reluctantly explaining: “When Iris’s boyfriend died, she almost killed herself! I gave her a baby so
she’d have a reason to live!”
Suddenly he grabbed my wrist: “Aria, your family’s been in medicine for generations. You’re supposed to be compassionate.”
“Just think of it as saving Iris’s life. Can’t you just let this go?”
“Compassionate?”
I yanked my hand away, laughing bitterly: “Sorry, but I’m heartless. I want to watch her die! If she’s dead, you’ll stop obsessing over her!”
SLAP!
He suddenly hit me hard across the face.
His chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot: “If she dies, you’re going down with her!”
The burning pain from my face was nothing compared to one ten–thousandth of the pain in my heart.
Five years together, and this was the first time he’d ever laid a hand on me.
Anything involving Iris turned the usually composed, elegant Preston into this violent stranger.
I suddenly felt exhausted: “Preston, you’ve hit me, you’ve yelled at me. Let’s just break up.”
“We never legally registered anyway, and I wasn’t the one who made those vows at the wedding.”
“Our relation’s been a joke from start to finish.”
END
