“Are you done?”I asked, snatching my phone from her grasp.“I have better things to do than listen to your baseless threats.”
“If you don't think I will, then you've clearly underestimated this situation.Everything that has gone wrong with this wedding—the fake gifts, the attention-seeking—is because you can't accept that Chase chose me instead of you.You lose, I win.”
She studied me for a moment longer, then smiled wider.“You're going to end this little farce of a relationship.”
I breathed out a disbelieving laugh.“Excuse me?”
“You're going to end it,” she repeated, “or the screenshots of your fake dating contract and text messages with him are going to the press.End it.Publicly, you know, since you decided to humiliate me like this.Saturday night's bachelor and bachelorette party should be the perfect place for it.”
And she practically skipped to the door with glee.Her perfectly manicured fingers reached for the door, pausing long enough to look at me over her shoulder to add—
“See you Saturday.”
The door opened, closed, and she was gone.The wicked witch must've left her broomstick because the air carried a heavy stillness now.My gaze locked on the closed door, not knowing what to do in this situation.
Because whether I liked it or not, she held all the cards in a game I never wanted to play.
28 | Interrupting My Grandma From Getting Some
Savannah
Sheetsofwaterpouredfrom the evening sky—relentless and unapologetic—turning the campus pathways into rivers of reflected light.
I muttered under my breath, cursing myself for not bringing an umbrella as I lingered beneath the overhang of the Whitlock building.The rain fell in heavy sheets, blurring everything beyond it, like the world had decided to put up a barrier I didn’t ask for—but maybe needed.
Students rushed past in clusters, ducking under umbrellas and laughing through the downpour, already halfway into their weekend.
I didn’t move.
My heeled boots tapped once against the pavement before going still, my grip tightening slightly on my bag.
My mind hadn’t left that room.
Hadn’t left Lori’s voice.
Her smile.
The certainty in her tone.
You’re going to end it.
The words had been on repeat for the last twenty-four hours, weaving themselves into everything—lectures, notes, even the quiet moments I usually relied on to think.
I hadn’t gone to Jaxon.
Not yesterday.Not today.
And I hated that.
My plans had fallen apart the second Lori walked through that door, and the apology I’d been ready to give suddenly felt… pointless.Because what was I supposed to say when I didn’t even know what I was choosing?
It should’ve been an easy choice.
I worked too hard to get here—built something solid, something I could actually be proud of—and I wasn’t about to let it unravel over something like this—overher.
I swallowed, my jaw tightening slightly.
But if those screenshots got out, it wouldn’t just be gossip.It would be detrimental.It would follow me into every room I worked so hard to get into.
