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Chapter 30
Brady
I can’t remember the last time I felt so fucking used and betrayed in my life. This, honestly, is at the top of my list, no contest.
I’m so torn up that I don’t even have the energy to peel myself from my couch. I’m just sitting here as if I’ve got nothing better to do. Honestly, though, Idon’tknow what to do.
Whatisa guy supposed to do? How is he supposed to react when he finds out that the little boy he’d opened up his home to is actually his flesh and blood?
What am I supposed to do knowing that Lucy, the love of my fucking life, died so shortly after having our son? The son I wasn’t even given a chance to know about, at that.
My heart is heavy with doubt and regret—both feelings I do my very best to avoid entirely. Yet, despite my normal ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude, today has me pulled down beneath the floorboards. Metaphorically, I’m even down below the basement.
Goddamn. I can’t even keep all of these puzzle pieces straight in my head. I’m in such shock that I haven’t been able to process the timeline of all of this.
So, Lucy and I dated in college, and we parted ways right when I got signed. Shit. She knew she was pregnant, and she still had me go?
I would have stayed for her. And I don’t think Izzie understands that.
Fuck.
Okay. So, Lucy...passes away. Liam is left, essentially, as an orphan.
Izzie takes it upon herself to take guardianship over him. And for eight years, including now, she’s acted as his mother.
My mind is completely blown. I couldn’t fathom being a sixteen-year-old girl taking care of her deceased sister’s son.
She was still in high school when all this happened. I can really see how she’s so fucking protective of him. But still, she should have fucking told me. She kept Lucy’s promise. Lucy hoped I’d be a star football player.
Some fucking job I’m doing of that.
Yeah, I make headlines. But none of them have been positive. I stole a fucking yacht just before the start of the season and got myself traded, for fuck’s sake.
And now I know I’m Liam’s role model, despite him having no idea I’m his father, and he’s seeing me do all of this bullshit.
Why does this have to be so hard?
Why do women have to lie to get what they want? Izzie used me for my house, my luxury, playing me like a fucking fool.
I really thought she was different. I thought I was forming something really important and really special with this woman. But I’ve certainly been corrected now.
I suppose I’m glad I found this out—and not ten years from now, when she’s asking for my paycheck for her own selfish needs.
It must be really great to be so manipulative. You can get literally whatever you want from whoever you want if you play all the cards right.
It’s too bad for her I found the ace up her sleeve. I knew I was letting her get too close. I knew I shouldn’t have been so generous.
But there was so large a part of me that wanted her that I couldn’t help it. I’ve done so much, just letting her into my life.
I shared everything I possibly could with her. My home, my time, my tub, my—forget it.
She could have had something unforgettable with me. Why would she do this to me? I could have given her and Liam the world if she just asked.
All I needed was her complete honesty, and she refused to give me that based on an eight-year-old pact between her and Lucy. It hurts that she held someone who’s passed away in a higher regard than Liam’s only other true living parent.
I feel like I’ve been left in the dust. It’s low. Really low.
But I know now what I need to do. I have to move forward, letting the chips fall where they may.
