CHAPTER 42
IMOGEN THREATENED TO scratch Oliver’s eyes out when I told her how he’d spent his Saturday night.
“Honestly, the man’s an i***t. If that’s how he behaves, you’re better off without him.”
“It still hurts.”
She gave me a hug. “Of course it does, sweetie. But that’ll fade. One day, you’ll meet someone else and Oliver won’t matter anymore.”
And that day would be never. Chester may have put it bluntly, but he was right. I was damaged goods. And in a few months, I’d have a baby in tow.
No, I’d be doing life alone from now on, and I mumbled as much to Imogen.
“We’ll see about that, but right now, we need to get to the hospital. Are you ready?”
I’d worn a simple jersey dress to Java that morning so I wouldn’t have to change. Even the little things seemed like far too much effort
