Once Poppy left, I paced around the penthouse. I debated on what to do. I could go after Bethany and just get it done now. Or I could wait. But waiting meant that I would be longer without my husband and Sage, longer without a family.
My mind was racing a million miles a minute. If I went out and found Bethany at the doctor’s office, I would have to do it in public or spend the day with her and bring her back here. Or maybe I could have somebody else do it for me. Will that even count? Will Constantino accept that?
Will that even count? Will Constantino accept that?So, I texted Bethany.
Me: Where are you? Which doctor?
Me: Where are you? Which doctor?Bethany: Plastic surgeon. I need to fix my nose, thanks to your husband.
Bethany: Plastic surgeon. I need to fix my nose, thanks to your
