Page 72 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

Sophie takes the pillow and throws it at me again. “You’re not stupid, Cora. There is no way you honestly believe he doesn’t love you.”

“And what if I do? Maybe it’s true, and he doesn’t love me the way he used to.”

I tuck the pillow behind my head, propping myself up. My eyes burn, but there are no more tears left to cry.

Sophie sighs and leans back, looking up at the ceiling. “I think this is just some lousy attempt to make things better after you were plastered all over the news.”

I scowl at her even though a part of me thinks she might be right. "You know, I can't shake the feeling that maybe I pushed him too hard. Maybe if I’d just given him more time to sort things out… we wouldn't be in this mess."

A much louder and more persistent part of me is sure that Griffin just fell out of love with me.

I would be devastated if Griffin woke up one day and decided he hated his life with me and wanted everything to change.

I’d already experienced such a breakup once… and I don’t want to experience that heartache again with Griffin.

Sophie stands up and grabs my hands, hauling me to my feet. “Kaleigh and I already decided we’re getting you out of the apartment today. We’re going to go out and have fun.”

“Fine. But if it’s awful and I feel worse, I get to go back to my couch of sadness.”

Sophie wrinkles her nose and reaches out to rub at something on my chin. “You have chocolate on your face. Where were you even hiding a chocolate bar in there?”

“Don’t worry about it.” I lean down and snatch the remaining half of the chocolate bar, holding it out of her reach. “It’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

Sophie laughs and rolls her eyes, lunging for the chocolate bar. “Now you’re just being melodramatic for the sake of your entertainment. Give me the damn chocolate bar, and go get cleaned up.”

I hand her the chocolate bar, knowing that if I don’t, she will tackle me for it.

I go to the bathroom and take the longest shower of my life. The water scalds my skin, and I stay beneath the spray until the shower turns to ice.

When I step out, Sophie stands by the door, checking the time on the thin gold watch on her wrist. She points to the spare bedroom, and I hurry inside to pull on a pair of jeans and a bustier before she joins me.

Sophie whistles as I step back out. “Come on, Kaleigh is already at the arcade, and she will kill us if we’re any later than we already are.”

“Your idea of getting over a breakup is the arcade?” I laugh for the first time in days and loop my arm through hers. “I don’t know what I would do without you. I hope you know that.”

Sophie nods and leads the way out of the apartment and down to her car.

The drive is short, and Sophie blasts the best breakup songs the entire time. I scream the lyrics along with her, trying to feel better about my life.

When we arrive, Kaleigh sits at a table with a cheese pizza and a couple of beers in front of her.

She grins and raises her beer to me. “It’s nice to see that you’re returning to the land of the living. We’ve missed you.”

“I make no promises to stay here long.” I slide onto the bench seat beside her and reach for one of the other beers.

Kaleigh smiles and takes a sip of her beer. “That’s understandable. All of this seemed to come out of nowhere.”

Sophie sits down across from us and snags a slice of pizza. “That’s because he is an idiot with too much money who’s used to buying his way out of any hard situation in life. Now that he can’t, he is running away like a scared child.”

“I don’t think that’s all of it.” I grab a slice of pizza and take a bite.

Children laugh and race by our table, heading for the rows and rows of games. Loud music pounds through the building, making it nearly impossible to hear anyone more than a few feet away.

Kaleigh shrugs, her expression thoughtful. “I don’t think it is either. I’ve been working with Griffin for a long time, and he isn’t as impulsive as some of the other rich men coming in and out of the building.”

I let out a heavy sigh, setting my half-eaten pizza slice down on a patterned paper plate.

“This is my fault. I told him it was a good idea if we both took some time to think and then he decided that means we were done,” I say.

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