After You Broke Me, I Became the Heiress You Can't ReachChapter 1
The wedding dress fitting was over. Blake Vance gently reached across and buckled my seatbelt for me.
"Babe, I've seen you in the dress now, so I won't be coming to the wedding."
I froze, stunned. "What do you mean?"
He smiled and pressed a kiss to my temple.
"Met a girl. Feisty little thing, refused to be the other woman. So I went to the courthouse with her this morning."
"I'm someone else's husband now. If I go through with our wedding, my wife might get upset."
A high-pitched ringing filled my skull. My voice shook so badly it barely held together. "Why? We're getting married in a week."
His tone was apologetic, almost innocent. "Babe, you're the one I love most. But you know how men are. We can't resist eighteen."
"If you can't bear to cancel the wedding, just find some guy to stand in as the groom. Don't sell yourself short. It breaks my heart."
The wedding dress I'd just tried on still lay across the back seat.
White as snow. Cold enough to seep into my bones.
My body trembled. I slid the pregnancy report halfway out of my pocket, then pushed it back down.
He was right about one thing.
I shouldn't sell myself short.
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Blake carried on like nothing had happened, reaching over to ruffle my hair the way he always did.
But the words that left his mouth were laced with poison.
"You know how girls are these days. Stubborn as hell. Wouldn't let me touch her without a ring on her finger."
"Chased her for almost six months. Finally got her into bed last night."
I stared at him, throat seized, hands and feet turning to ice.
He just smiled, slow and deep. "Right where you're sitting. Like a little wildcat. Scratched me up a bit, then went completely soft."
My gaze followed his, tracing the lingering satisfaction in his eyes.
I looked at the windshield.
Two handprints, one large and one small, overlapping. Not yet faded.
A wave of nausea surged up my throat so violently I nearly choked.
I gripped the seatbelt until my knuckles went white, my eyes burning red.
He cupped my bloodless face in his hands, a crease of confusion forming between his brows. "Why are you crying? You're still Mrs. Vance."
Those deep-set eyes of his still brimmed with devotion so thick it looked real.