Page 81 of The Better Bride


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“I don’t remember it being there this morning,” Percy mutters.

“Maybe we threw it in the trash?” Sammi says.

“Of course, we’d have to slog through trash!” I moan. The thought of rummaging through the trash is just the latest shit I’ll have to deal with. Literally.

“It’s not like it’s the worst thing we’ve had to dig through,” Becky accurately points out, as the elevator doors open and we step inside.

“I just hope no one puked in there,” Percy says.

“It’s more likely we’ll encounter multiple used condoms,” Sammi says.

We all shudder simultaneously. As the elevator begins to climb the floors up to our suite, Sammi leans into my ear and whispers, “With that much cocaine… you don’t think it could be Al—”

“No. It can’t be him. It won’t be,” I cut her off quickly.

I don’t know if I really believe that, but if I keep saying it, then hopefully, it’ll come true. Right?

“Who’s got the key?” I ask as the elevator doors open again, and we walk through the hallway to our door.

“Oh, I do,” Sammi answers.

Our room comes into sight from around the corner, and that’s when I feel my phone buzz in my back pocket.

“Oh, whoops, I gotta take this—shit, it’s Norbert!”

“Answer it!” Percy whispers to me as I press the “accept” button.

“Hi, honey…” I say, waiting to hear what Norbert has to say before I accidentally stick my foot in it. But, as Sammi opens the door, all my words die in my throat.

Remember how I said that until the gun was between my eyes, it wasn’t a priority?

It’s now a priority.

“Mysti May,” Alphonso says.

The words leave his lips, and he talks about me as though I’m a treasured possession—or his favorite pet.

My skin crawls.

But there’s nothing I can do about it.

Of all my ex-spouses, my least favorite of all is now here…right in front of me.

In the flesh.

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