“Please don’t make me do this,” I pleaded with my husband.
I didn’t want to choose between Bethany and Sage. Bethany had been my friend for years, and Sage had just come into my life, but I didn’t want to get rid of either of them. Though after what Constantino had told me about what Bethany had done to Sage …
I didn’t want to believe it, but I did.
Bethany was a b***h to the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And I had been a b***h to Sage in so many ways. Pulling out her IUD so my husband could get her pregnant? Ditching her for Bethany? Blaming her when Constantino had hurt my best friend?
“Please don’t make me choose between them,” I whispered.
“I’m not making you choose between them,” Constantino said, but there was more than that. There had to be more than that. “
