Page 8 of A Lie in Church


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“Chloe Simpson!” Sofia’s voice shut everyone up.

I turned to look at her as she marched toward us, holding the bottom of her wedding dress for easy movement. My eyes caught a glimpse of Ciara; she looked like she was having a hard time breathing. The color from her face drained.

I turned to look at Tristan, who was looking down at me like I was an interesting piece of art he’d just discovered. His scrutinizing stare held a deeper mystery. I was going to interrogate him and show everyone he was lying.

“Okay, if what you’re saying is true, then where did we meet? When is my birthday? What is my favorite color? Food? Allergies? Spring or summer? Do I shave or—”

“You!” Sofia’s loud voice cut me off, and she stole the spotlight—not like I was complaining. Her perfect hairstyle was already disheveled, and her makeup wasn’t helping her situation. Black tears stained her cheeks, and the corners of her eyes were smudged with wet mascara. But I couldn’t blame her for looking like a zombie.

How did I even get involved in this mess? I only came for the cake!

“Sofia, I swear he is lying,” I tried to explain.

“Chloe, there’s nothing to be afraid of. We can’t keep it a secret anymore.” Tristan’s soft voice came from beside me.

“Hide what? I don’t know you!” I yelled at his face.

“Really? ’Cause I’m starting to think this is all true.” I was surprised that had come from Grey.

“Grey, you’ve known me for a long time. Do you really believe this guy?”

“Yes.”

What a straightforward answer.

I froze for a moment, hearing his reply; those three letters were like bullets shot into my heart. It hurt because it was as if I’d handed him the gun to protect me, but instead, he’d shot me right in the face with the same gun I’d trusted him with.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you had an affair with a married man, Chloe. I thought you closed that chapter of your life,” Grey said, looking disappointed.

My face went pale, and I could hear a few people murmuring.

How can he bring up the past in a situation like this?

I was kind of hoping this was part of the wedding, and Tristan and Sofia would laugh at my face, telling me it was all an act to entertain the congregation, but I didn’t get why I had to be the main character.

Was I supposed to play along or remain clueless? I was so confused, and my senses were taking forever to analyze the situation. I turned to Grey, trying to pound some sense into him. How could he give in to Tristan’s lies so easily?

“Grey …”

“Maybe he is the reason we don’t go past kissing. I always thought it was because of your parents, but now, I see the reason. I always knew you were hiding something,” he said, stepping away from me like I carried a contagious disease.

“Are you for real? You’re an idiot if you believe a word that left his mouth.”

“Am I, Chloe? Given your history, we both know what you’re capable of. I’m out of here.” He glared at Tristan before walking away.

Wow, he was using my past mistakes against me.

“Are you breaking up with me?” I held back my tears. I needed to hear him say it.

“Were we ever in a relationship? I was just a diversion, remember?” The pain and resentment in his voice made my eyes burn, but I refused to cry.

“Grey …” I called, but he didn’t wait to listen to whatever I had to say. He walked out of the church.

I bit down on my wobbling lip, holding back my tears. There was an awkward silence in the church. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, as if I were on the biggest stage in the world and everyone was waiting for me to give an outstanding performance.

“Well, that was easy. I figured it would be hard for you to tell him the truth,” Tristan said behind me.

I turned around to face him. At that moment, I wanted nothing more but for him to drop dead. I clenched my fist, hoping he could feel the waves of anger radiating from my body. My blood was boiling.

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