“And how do we find out?” I panicked.
“I have my ways. We'll have a nice, lovely chat at the rehearsal tomorrow. You're not planning to crash his wedding, are you?” His voice turned lighter.
I shook my head.
“They both deserve each other. Sick birds of a feather.” I spat.
“My thoughts exactly.”
My pulse thudded in my ears. “But why didn’t you tell me earlier? Why make me go through all this—”
“I didn’t want you to feel…” His voice lowered to a gravelly whisper. “…violated twice.”
The room stilled. The air thickened.
I stared at him, my mind empty for half a heartbeat before it flooded. The words lodged in my throat like a shard of glass.
I had so much to say. So much to ask but I still can't find the right way to say it.
I glanced at him warily. “You’ve… seen it?”
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