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Or it could very much be something.
There are no accidents, at least not in my world. I’m a firm believer that things happen for a reason, even the bad things. The bad things help you learn, grow, and hopefully become a better person.
I’m not sure if I believe in a divine power, but something much more powerful than myself wanted me to stop here.
A muffled moan comes from the closet. Its deep baritone sounds nothing like Paul, and I force out a breath. Even powerful things make mistakes, it would seem. I turn to head back down the hall, but Poppy lunges to the closet door and throws it open.
I gasp, my hand flying to cover my mouth as it drops open. I don’t want to look. I don’t want to see this. But I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from a man that looks a lot like Paul, on his knees in front of his best man—his best freaking man—with his dick in his mouth.
Paul is facing away from the door so I can’t see his face as his head bobs and weaves around his friend’s cock. I may not be able to see his face, but I know it’s him. His dark brown hair is slicked back in his signature style and his ears are a bit too big for his head. Mark, the best man, has his head tilted toward the heavens, a faint smile across his face, and he grabs a fistful of my fiancé’s hair. His hips thrust and his head tilts down, his eyes finally meeting mine and opening wide.
I still haven’t moved. I’m rooted to this spot and Poppy is no better, hovering by my side, and gripping my arm in a death grip.
With a string of curses, Mark jumps back, his dick fully exposed and glistening with wetness from Paul’s mouth. He makes no attempt to tuck himself back into his pants, he just keeps backing up until his body is plastered to the back of the closet. The man on his knees gets up slowly and turns to face me.
My stomach drops and twists in a knot so tight bile creeps up the back of my throat.
“June…” Paul takes a step toward me, but I take one backward. Away from him. Away from the lies. Away from the man I thought he was and a step closer to the front door.
“No.” I chop the air with my hand, effectively cutting him off. “Don’t you dare lie to me right now. Don’t you tell me it’s not what it looks like because I am not an idiot. How long has this been going on?”
Paul glances back to Mark who’s all zipped up and sends him a pleading look.
“Two years.”
I want to be surprised. I want to yell. I want to throw a fit that would rival that of a three-year-old in a Target candy aisle. But I can’t. First, because I’m a lady and all my friends and family are a very short distance away. And two, while this news is certainly shocking, especially on my wedding day, it makes sense. Because the truth is, Paul isn’t unexcitable; he’s just not excited by me.
No wonder he was hardly ever in the mood for sex. And it would explain all his trips with the boys. The many times he insisted on going out by himself because no one else’s girlfriends were going, and I’d “make it weird.”
Holy cannoli, I dated a gay man for almost four years and had no idea.
“I didn’t know how to tell you.” Paul’s voice cracks as he extends a hand toward me before dropping it and letting it fall to his side. “I didn’t know how to tell anyone.”
I take another step back, the tulle winding around my ankles, reminding me that I’m supposed to be getting married any minute now.
Paul glances down at my dress. “You look beautiful, June,” he says. “Look. Can we… talk about this later? We have almost four hundred people waiting for us inside.”
A small laugh escapes my lips. Four hundred people. Four hundred people who will have their eyes on me, watching me for any sign of—
Poppy jumps between us, her hands on her hips. “Four hundred people, huh? Well, you know what? That doesn’t sound like it’s June’s problem anymore.”
Paul leans to the side and looks at me over Poppy’s shoulder. “June?”
I haven’t even begun to wrap my head around this whole situation. But Poppy’s right; this whole wedding isn’t my problem. Paul needs to figure it out. And me? Well, I need a big fat drink.
“I’m very sorry, Paul. Maybe we can talk about all this in a few days after I've had time to process,” I wave my hands around the two of them, “this development.”
Poppy yanks on my arm as I take another step back. And then another.
She catches me with her gaze and gives me those sad puppy dog eyes I can hardly resist. “What do you need?”
“Poppy, I’m sorry. I can’t do this right now. Please tell Mom and Dad I’ll call them in a few days.” I pry her grip from my arm and volley my eyes between her, Paul and his best man… or whatever. “I wish you would have told me before we got here,” I say softly. Paul’s eyes flare with shame and for a moment, I’m tempted to tell him it’s ok; that I understand.
But gay or straight, he was cheating on me. At least two years of betrayal. Bile rises in my throat, panic starting to fill my chest. I spin on my heel and march my sparkly fluffy self out the front of the church straight into a steady drizzle. At least it’s not pouring. Rain’s supposed to be lucky on your wedding day but I’m having a really hard time finding the silver lining in all this.
I guess I could have found out he was gay after we were married. That would’ve been worse.
The one thing I need more than a drink is a cab to transport me to a drinking establishment, so I reach for my purse to grab my phone. Only my purse, my phone, and pretty much everything else is still inside the church. I release a heavy sigh. I really don’t want to go back in because I know if I do, I’ll feel bad and stay to make sure everything is smoothed over with everyone.
