How does Caspian know my drink order? He was across the room last time we were here.
The man was magical.
Sighing, I took a sip of my tea. It was even sweetened with honey, just the way I liked. Amazing.
Unable to help myself, I peeked at Caspian across the room. He studied a painting by a local artist. Leaning over, he spoke to the grumpy looking man behind the bar and gestured to the painting.
“Junie, you didn’t wait for me?” Daphne whined, weaving through the tables. A figure walked behind her.
“Hello, Junebug.”
My heart dropped into my ass.
What.
The.
Fuck?
Derek, who had legally been my husband up until a few days ago, followed my sister, wearing a smarmy smile that sent a wave of nausea through me.
Why would she bring him? Was he trying to get back together and was using her? No, that didn’t make any sense—he was the one who left, the one who filed.
He probably thought I was still crying over him. In reality, it had been a huge relief when he left. Things had onlygotten better since that day.
Daphne scowled, eyeing my spot on the comfy bench. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to say something. She pursed her lips and settled into the chair. Derek took the seat beside her.
Just when the situation couldn’t get any worse, Daphne set her hand on the table and Derek scooped it up, weaving their fingers together.
She started talking, but I couldn’t process it. My ex-husband was holding hands with my sister.
Nothing made any sense.
How would they have even seen each other since we separated? Unless…
The truth hit me like a tsunami.
All the blood in my veins turned to ice, and my hands started to shake. The room blurred around us.
I’m going to be sick.
It hadn’t started after the separation.
Facts started to fall into place, and memories took on a new perspective.
He’d always preferred to visit my mother and sister. He’d even gone as far as picking my sister up from the airport after her work trips. I’d always thought he was so generous for offering to help my family like that.
I stared at their hands, still not quite believing.
“Why are you being so weird?” Daphne chirped.
Brows furrowing, I lookedup at her. Her hot pink lipstick was smudged, and when I glanced at Derek, a bit of hot pink stained his neck.
Gross. My shoulders heaved, and I fought the urge to gag.
“You,” I mumbled.
“What?” Daphne said.
