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She bends, tearing a large slit into her skirt and hops on. “Train station, please.”
4
Ithought yesterday was the worst day of my life. I woke up alone in my hotel room, dreading every minute of the day that awaited me. The contract I signed beside me stained with tears from the night before.
Walking away was no longer an option the minute we made the announcement. You signed a contract.
It’s not that I didn’t care for Troy. We had a connection; we had fun, adventures beyond anything I ever imagined for myself. But then when he told me he was starting a candidacy for mayor—as a first step before he runs for the presidency in the future, everything changed.
When I agreed to marry him, I was agreeing to spend a life with the person who took me skiing for the first time. The man who would take me to dinner and dancing in a hidden gem in Manhattan. The man whose smile would make me smile.
He made it sound like being a politician’s son is a daunting responsibility and then…he became one.
It happened over the summer.
Suddenly we became serious. He bought a ring, handed me a stack of papers that he claimed were his peace of mind that I’m his forever and that it had nothing to do with money.
“I didn’t read it.”
“You say something?” Chase asks in front of me.
I snap out of it and realize he’d just pulled the bike over at the station.
“No.” I slide off and hand him the helmet. “Thanks for the ride.”
His fingers graze the handle, as though contemplating a decision. His gaze fixed ahead. “You have money?”
I pivot and scoff. “I can get on the train.”
He rolls his eyes. “I mean after.”
“And buy a plane ticket.” I think.
“Pepper.”
“What? Thank you for your concern. And your supreme hospitality, but I am fine.”
“Well, I’m sorry if I don’t believe it. I spent the last twenty hours with you and you seem anything but fine. And you’re obviously afraid of something.”
“No one is going to hurt me!” I finally snap. “I just need to follow through and be his wife for—”
“For…ever?”
I cross my arms, pouting. “For a minimum of three years or until he’s elected mayor…whichever comes first.”
He runs his hand down his face. “Jesus.” He looks at me. “How did that happen?”
I turn and walk along the platform. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Pepper.”
I keep walking.
Behind me, I hear the engine die followed by footsteps.
“Could you stop doing that?” he barks from a few feet away.
I turn on my heel. “Doing what?”
