My Fiancé Said I Was the Homewrecker Between Him and My BFF? Screw Them Both! Chapter 06

My Fiancé Said I Was the Homewrecker Between Him and My BFF? Screw Them Both! Chapter 06

Preston booked the next flight out and got to the airport.

Phoebe appeared out of nowhere before security and grabbed his hand.

“Preston, I haven’t been sleeping. If you’re not here and something happens to the baby, then what?”

“I know Serena. She’s sulking, and she’s waiting for you to come running.”

His sister backed her up.

“Right? She’s making things up to get your sympathy, and you actually fell for it.”

“Phoebe can’t be alone right now. What’s she supposed to do if you leave?”

“Phoebe matters more to you and you know it. If Serena wants to disappear, let her. It clears the way.”

Preston’s face went hard, and he threw his sister’s hand off him.

“What is wrong with you! Serena is my girlfriend.”

Phoebe startled and dropped onto the floor.

Her face twisted, and she held her stomach. “Preston, it hurts…”

Preston hesitated for one second, then heard his flight called, turned, and went.

He got a local number when he landed and called me.

His voice was raw on the phone.

“I went to the hospital and asked. The nurse said you were alone… she said you stood there all night.”

“Serena, this is on me. I never thought your mom would hear any of that. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“I thought you made up the surgery to get to me. You’ve never been able to accept that Phoebe is pregnant, and I thought you were only trying to get me to come.”

I cut him off, flat. “Are you finished? I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t hang up!”

His voice sped up. “I came here for you. Give me your address and we can talk this through…”

I hung up and blocked the new number, too.

I was going through my mother’s things when I came across a photo.

It was taken right after her first surgery.

Preston’s eyes were red in it, and he was making a promise.

“You don’t have to worry. I’ll take care of Serena for the rest of my life, and I’ll never let anything hurt her.”

My mother had her hands over both of ours, and she was smiling.

“I trust Preston. You two have been together so long. If I get to see you married, I can rest easy.”

I looked at the photo for a long time, and the tears came anyway, spreading into a small dark spot on the

paper.

Back then, the honesty in his eyes fooled every one of us.

Maybe it wasn’t a lie. Maybe he meant it.

But it was also true that he stopped meaning it.

I was the fool who thought a promise stayed good forever because somebody said it out loud.