He Set Me Up at the Wedding, I Took Him Down Chapter 06

He Set Me Up at the Wedding, I Took Him Down Chapter 06

Six days before the wedding. 

The girl posted again.[I want to give him my first time. Then 

I’ll have no regrets.] 

Attached: a hotel key card. 

Jaxon was cooking in the kitchen. 

His phone rang. 

He answered, his face changing. He glanced at me sitting in the living room, smiling calmly at him. 

He turned off the stove and walked to the balcony. 

I was 

When he came back, he was taking off his apron. “Something came up at work. Dinner’s ready. Eat first. I’ll be back soon.” 

I smiled. “You’re in such a hurry… you’re not going to meet someone, are you?” 

Jaxon’s eyes flickered away. He pinched my cheek. “Don’t be silly. It’s really important.” 

Another lie. 

I grabbed his sleeve. “I don’t feel good today. Can you stay?” 

“Where does it hurt?” 

He touched my face. 

I pointed to my heart. “Here.” 

He grinned and kissed my forehead. “Silly girl. Don’t tease. I’ll 

be right back. I’ll be home early tonight.” 

He was still leaving. 

I’d been pushing him away for weeks. He must be desperate. 

I followed him quietly after he left. 

A man usually so careful had been too rushed to notice me trailing behind. 

He didn’t even park properly or lock his car. 

I waited outside until midnight. Jaxon never came out. 

When he finally got home, I pretended to be asleep. 

The sound of the shower running made my skin crawl. 

The bed sank beside me. He pulled me into his arms. 

I struggled. 

“Don’t move. Just let me hold you.” 

He kissed my hair, acting like nothing had happened. 

But the thought of his body smelling like another woman’s 

perfume made me sick. 

I clenched the sheets, trying to hide how I felt. 

Then I bit down hard on his shoulder. 

I was in so much pain I needed to let it out–or I’d go crazy. 

Jaxon flinched. “Chloe, what’s wrong?” 

I didn’t let go until I tasted blood. 

He sat up, staring at my pale face, his eyes full of concern. “What’s going on with you?” 

“You’ve been acting strange lately, but I can’t figure out 

why.” 

“Tell me what’s wrong, baby. Please.” 

I looked at his disgusting face and took a deep breath. 

“Nothing. Just pre–wedding nerves. I’m scared something will go wrong.” 

He held me again, his voice soft and warm in my ear. “I’m right here. It hurts me to see you like this.” 

I didn’t answer. 

He went on. “Baby, what do you think our life will be like after 

we’re married?” 

“I don’t know.” 

Because we would never be married. 

He chuckled. “I used to dream about it every night.” 

So you get bored of things once you have them? 

“I dream of you making breakfast in an apron, morning sun 

on your face. It would be perfect.” 

“I want two kids–one like you, one like me. Our little 

miracles. They’ll be beautiful.” 

“I want to see you every single ordinary day.” 

“Baby, you asked if I’d run away. I could never. I want to spend 

my whole life with you. I chased you until I got you, after all.” 

Stop acting, Jaxon. You’re even fooling yourself.