The Day He Proposed, the Day He Picked Her Up, the Day I Threw Away the Baby Chapter 03

The Day He Proposed, the Day He Picked Her Up, the Day I Threw Away the Baby Chapter 03

I decided to clear the air with Garrett.

It was the middle of the night by the time he got home.

The second he walked in, a faint trace of perfume hit me.

My pregnancy had made my sense of smell ridiculously sensitive.

I bolted to the bathroom and threw up.

He was right behind me, patting my back. “Did you eat something bad?”

I braced myself against the sink and caught my breath.

“No. It’s the perfume. Makes me sick.”

His hand stilled on my back.

Then he leaned against the door, his brows pulled tight with irritation.

“Seriously? I gave an old friend a ride home and now I disgust you?”

“And I was going to take you with me. You’re the one who insisted on leaving.”

He’d never used that tone with me before.

My eyes welled up, and tears started falling before I could stop them.

His expression softened a little.

He stepped closer and wiped my tears away, but his voice still sounded dismissive.

“Get some rest. We’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

Then he turned to leave.

I stopped him. “You went to pick up Tessa from the airport yesterday, didn’t you?”

He paused for a moment. He turned around with a frown.

“Who told you that? I really had work stuff to deal with.”

I almost laughed at that.

Of course. That post was probably meant for my eyes only.

I didn’t push it. Instead, I asked, “Why didn’t you admit we’re together? At the reunion?”

Now his temper flared too. “Weren’t you the one who said there’s nothing between us?”

Him turning it around on me like that left me speechless.

Then he added, “Besides, wasn’t this a fake marriage from the start?”

My blood ran cold. I bit my lip hard. “And your feelings for me? Were those fake too?”

His throat bobbed slightly. He dropped his gaze and said nothing.

Fresh tears spilled down my face. My voice cracked as I finally broke.

“If it was all fake, then why did you make it feel so real?”

“Do you still have feelings for Tessa? Why did you even propose?”

He walked over and pulled me into his arms, patting my back gently, but he didn’t say a word.

I fell silent for a moment.

I already knew the answer. But I still couldn’t give up completely.

My voice turned hoarse as I forced out one last question.

“So when are we getting married?”

His body went rigid.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, “Isn’t what we have now… good enough?”

I went completely quiet.

I was already his second choice. The backup plan he settled for. So why was I still humiliating myself?

That night, I moved out from our room.

He caught my wrist. “Does it really have to be like this?”

I shook his hand off.

He didn’t try to stop me again.

With a weary sigh, he went back to the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

That sound shattered the last bit of hope I still had.

I hid under the blanket and cried, muffling every sound.

The past year had felt like a beautiful, fleeting dream.

We had never even fought once.

I used to think that meant we were happy. Now I found the truth.

I had always been the one bending to him. I never dared to truly push back.

So much for our “perfect” love story. We just hadn’t reached the breaking point yet.

The second Tessa came back, I lost. Completely.

So completely that I didn’t even stand a chance.