Three Instances of a Lie Chapter 11

Three Instances of a Lie Chapter 11

“Then you have to win her back,” Erik said, swinging his hand. “Dad, if you do

something wrong, you just have to say sorry. Jackson from my class broke my craser, and when he said sorry, I forgave him.”

Federico didn’t answer.

He wanted to say sorry, but she no longer wanted to listen.

He thought back to college.

The Berry he knew then was bright, captivating.

He had pursued her relentlessly, but she, ever practical, had always kept him at a

careful distance.

She said the class divide was too great, that she was afraid a relationship born of impulse would end in heartbreak.

He would always tell her, “Just like me a little. Give me a chance. I’ll handle the rest.”

But she was too scared.

Then, on the night of their graduation, he’d had a single glass of champagne and his world went fuzzy. When he woke up, Berry was beside him, both of them in disarray.

He remembered letting out a cold, bitter laugh.

So that’s what it was.

All her talk of class and consequences.

She had played so aloof, so untouchable, that he’d resigned himself to a’chase that could last for years. And for what? For her to supposedly drug his champagne on graduation night and climb into his bed.

At the time, he’d seen her as a master manipulator.

But now, ever since discovering Savannah’s true feelings for him, he was starting to remember other details.

The glass of champagne he’d drunk that night… Savannah had handed it to him.

The woman who had wanted to climb into his bed was her.

Berry knew nothing.

She had just wandered into the wrong room at the wrong time and become Savannah’s

scapegoat.

Later, when she found out she was pregnant, his parents consulted an astrologer who claimed Berry’s destiny was tied to the Grayson family’s fortune. They forced him to marry her.

He felt he had been thoroughly played, and he had treated her with nothing but ice

ever since.

He had hated the wrong person, for four long years.