Page 51 of Real Regrets


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“Bydifferent, do you mean bitchier?”

I glance over at her.

Scarlett rolls her eyes. “Sorry. I’m a grudge holder. And, I’m hormonal.” She touches her flat stomach.

“Congratulations, by the way. Crew mentioned it when he…”

“Showed up drunk to your apartment?”

I chuckle. “Yeah. I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thanks. The best baby gift you could give me is taking CEO. I’m sick of Crew getting home a minute before eight just to hole up in his home office all night.”

I sigh. “Look, aside from the fact pissing my dad off by not agreeing to it has been fun, I would consider marrying Quinn. The problem is…”

“Hannah.”

“Yeah.”

“What are your options?”

“What do you mean?”

“From a legal perspective. Didn’t you go to law school?”

I laugh. “What? No.”

“Oh.” We’re both silent, realizing how little we really know each other. My fault. Hers. Crew’s. This world’s. “Then, do you have a divorce attorney?”

“Not yet. And…we don’t have a prenup.”

Scarlett shakes her head. “Jesus, Oliver. When you decide to fuck up, you don’t fool around.”

“She won’t fight me on this. She wants it over and done as much as I do.”

“Are you sure about that? Hannah could have planned this entire thing.”

“How?”

“Plenty of people knew you’d be in Vegas for Garrett’s bachelor party. She could have shown up and seduced you.”

I shake my head. “No. She didn’t plan it.”

“How do you know?”

“I was…after we met at a bar, I was the one who asked her to meet me later.”

Scarlett rolls her eyes. “If she got your interest, of course you’d try to meet up with her later. That means nothing, Oliver.”

Logically, I know what Scarlett is saying makes sense. But I’m certain she’s wrong, that marrying me was nothing Hannah planned. I can’t explain it beyond that—I’m certain.

Scarlett sighs when I don’t budge. “Who knows?”

“Just you. And…Asher.”

“You toldAsher?”

I shrug. “I was trying to learn more about Hannah. I thought he might know something.”

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