Garcia
“What?” Wyatt said, eyes going wide like someone had just rewired his brain.
“I…I think I misheard something,” Eleanor said slowly, eyes narrowing. “Gracia, you just said this bastard is gay. I think what you meant was, he’s a bastard, not—”
“No.” I cut in, my voice bitter. “You heard right.”
I turned to face them fully, shoulders square, voice rising so the entire room could hear if they wanted.
“The man I was supposed to marry in the next few days likes men. And I caught him—” I motioned toward Mark without even looking at him, “with him in bed moaning a lot.”
I heard someone mutter near the back, “Oh f**k. Plot twist.”
Eleanor’s face twisted in outrage. “So you’re telling me,” she said, voice dangerously low, “that Charles lied to you about being straight, and planned to
