Arabella
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I reread the message Adrian had sent.
Dinner at his Grandma's.
I had a lot to say. He couldn’t just make this decision out of the blue. But then again, I’d signed up for this. With that in mind, I settled for a simple "Okay."
My stomach twisted. Of all people, his grandmother had to be Hallie. The same Hallie I’d bonded with at the hospital, the one I’d shared genuine, blissful moments with – none of which included being married to her grandson.
What the hell was I supposed to say to her? How was I supposed to spin a love story that didn’t exist?
All I wanted to do was shove my fist into Adrian's face for stepping into my life again and setting me up for this charade.
I gritted my teeth. God, I hate him.
My hands were so clammy my ph
