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“I imagined what our children would look like and what a future with you would be like. The first time that you ever broke my heart was when you stepped out of your bedroom with another girl and I realized that maybe the feelings weren’t reciprocated. They say that when a person shows you who they really are believe them. You showed me that day and I believed it.

“What are you doing?” he hisses.

I ignore him and continue.

“Unfortunately, you came back in my life at one of my darkest hours and I forgot who you were. I fell for the words that you used to woo me, the polished new attorney who gave me a glimpse of a different future. Selfishly I wanted everything that I thought you could bring to my life. I have spent the last eight years loving you and overlooking your flaws as any wife would be expected to do. So, I tried to prepare myself for becoming a wife. Your wife.”

“What. Are. You. Doing?” Kenneth grunts.

“This last year has shown me we weren’t meant to be. You’re marrying me to get your hands on the deed to my tattoo shop. I learned that it’s a valuable part of an annex for a multi-million-dollar project the city has plans to implement in the next three years. Three of the businesses have signed off on the sale of their shops, and two are in consideration, but mine is the only one that’s required to complete the deal,” I say, waving the emails between him and two other council members at him but keeping them out of reach.

“Baby, give me a chance to explain,” he begins.

“Even with that we could have worked through it like we’ve worked through other things. It explains now why you were willing to overlook the fact that I cheated on you.”

There’s a loud collective gasp behind me and I hear my mother shout, “Piper!”

“What I cannot overlook is the fact that you have a three-year-old daughter and an ex-wife in North Carolina,” I say as Melanie Richards, Kenneth’s ex-wife walks into the church from behind the pastor, carrying their three-year-old daughter, Kari.

She walks up with their child and glares at him before turning to the congregation.

“Kenneth has hidden our child and me from his family and friends. He told me that he was estranged from his family, and he sends payments every month. When he visits me in North Carolina, I’m told he’s been telling everyone he was on business trips. We had still been involved up to three weeks ago,” Melanie says.

Everyone begins muttering in the church.

“When you started spying on me, I decided to look closely into your background. I paid a pretty penny to learn what I’ve learned today, and it was well worth every dime! Live your life, Kenneth. I’m about to live mine!”

I walk away ignoring the shouts, the arguments, his mother’s crying, and people calling my name. I have one thing on my mind and one thing only.

I hop into the limo we reserved for the day and ask them to drive me to Marco’s strip club, Bellezza Rosa.










CHAPTER 22 – MARCO

I’m sitting on thebride’s side, pondering Piper’s wedding. Her fiancé has been nervously glancing my way, and I know he wants to say something to me. He’s whispered to his best man and a couple of his groomsmen who have glanced my way on multiple occasions.

I’m fucking armed and ready for whatever is about to come. People are smiling and looking around chattering about the day.

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