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At Mom’s funeral, our housekeeper suddenly got proof that my fiancé was cheating.
“Miss Charlotte, Mr. Blake’s side piece just had his baby!”
Blake didn’t even try to explain. He just said coolly:
“Deal with the funeral first.”
The next day, he was a no–show at Mom’s service. Just sent a text.
“I’m at the maternity ward with her right now. Can’t make it to the funeral.”
When I didn’t text back, he called and sighed into the phone:
“Look, Char, this whole thing was an accident, okay? She doesn’t want to mess up our families‘
business deal either. She just wants to keep the kid, you know?”
“But I’m the dad here. Can’t just knock someone up and bail. So after we get married, I’ll be at her place Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays with the kid. I’ll come home the other days.”
My hands were shaking. I actually laughed–the kind where you’re about to lose it.
“Blake, we’re done. Wedding’s off.”
He snorted.
“Your mom literally just died. Don’t be dramatic.”
I hung up on him and walked straight over to Blake’s biggest enemy.
“Marry me. We’ll take down his whole empire. You in or what?”
At the funeral, Lucas looked like I’d just slapped him.
His stone–cold face actually turned red as he stuttered:
“Look, my family’s got this thing–we only marry once. You marry me, you’re mine for life.”
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I figured he was gonna say no. Started walking away feeling like an idiot when he grabbed my wrist hard. Those rebellious eyes of his went dead serious.
“Charlotte, I’m not kidding around here. We don’t do divorce.”
I gave him a small smile and nodded.
“Good. I don’t want one.”
Truth is, Lucas was Mom’s first choice for me anyway. Stand–up guy, old money family, solid reputation. If I hadn’t been stupid enough to fall for Blake, I would’ve ended up with him from the
start.
Funeral planning is hell. Lucas basically ran the whole show for two straight weeks.
Blake? Radio silence the entire time.
But every time I scrolled through social media, there were his gross couple posts with Hannah. Both
of them beaming, holding their baby, making heart hands like teenagers.
Caption: My whole world right here.
I actually laughed out loud. What a joke.
Then my phone buzzed. Him.
He sounded half–asleep:
“Hey, funeral’s done, right? You should come meet the baby.”
I looked at myself in my car mirror–raccoon eyes, total mess–and said flatly:
“Blake, we’re over.”
Dead silence. Then he just goes, “Huh.”
“Actually, that’s probably smart. Hannah’s been pretty emotional since the birth. You being around would just stress her out.”
I’d been holding it together for two weeks. Not anymore.
My eyes stung as I laughed–the kind where you’re losing your mind.
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“Blake, I literally just said we’re done. Did you hear me?”
He paused. Then came that asshole laugh I knew too well.
“Charlotte, babe, we’ve been together five years. You think anyone else wants my
leftovers?”
“I already told you the kid was a mistake. Why are you being such a drama queen?”
I couldn’t even respond.
Something crashed on his end.
Blake’s voice turned nasty: “Fine. Break up. Can’t wait to watch you come begging.”
The line went dead.
Got home to find he’d changed the locks.
His phone went straight to voicemail, so I had to grab a hotel room.
Woke up the next morning to Instagram suggesting some livestream from the maternity ward.
Hannah was chatting with viewers, all giggly and animated. Blake sat there looking at her like she
was some kind of goddess.
That look used to be mine.
The stream had been going for five hours. The comments were making me sick:
“OMG so jealous! $50K/month maternity suite + devoted hubby!“*
“Relationship goals!”
“Need me a man like this!”
Before Blake took over his dad’s company, he was Army. Hated cameras, hated attention.
I couldn’t even get him to take a damn selfie with me. He’d just give me this disgusted look and walk
away.
Now here he was, broadcasting his new little family to thousands of strangers.
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Hannah giggled at her phone: “He’s just the sweetest, you guys!”
Sweet?
I felt like someone was ripping my heart out with their bare hands. Wiped my eyes and laughed at
myself.
Blake was never sweet to me. Not once.
I remember practically begging him to see a movie with me. Took weeks to wear him down.
He slept through most of it. When he woke up, he looked annoyed and said, “This is such a waste of my time.”
He could be caring. He could spend all day doting on Hannah.
Just never bothered with me.
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