Page 102 of Trust Me With Forever

Rafe opened his mouth, but I stepped in front of him, nearer to the woman. I stared into her blue eyes and asked, “Then where’s the marriage certificate?”

“Um, what?”

I took a step closer and noticed the woman’s brows come together. “If you really came all this way to charge in here and make a grand declaration, surely you brought proof?”

“I, uh…”

I stopped right in front of her. “Well?”

She glanced away and back at me. Most of her confidence was gone. “I didn’t bring it with me because I didn’t want him to destroy it.”

She waved at Rafe, but I never took my eyes from hers. “I call bullshit.”

Amber’s voice came from behind me. “I think you’re right, Abby.”

Emmy appeared on my side. “My brother is many things, but a bigamist isn’t one of them. Especially given how much he loves my best friend.”

Katie appeared at my other side and cracked her knuckles. “I’d suggest you admit you’re a liar and leave town.”

The woman glanced around the room, but didn’t say anything. So I raised an eyebrow and said, “Well? Do you have proof, or did someone send you?”

Something flickered in her eyes. Bingo. Someone had sent her. But who?

Rafe moved to my side, took my hand, and threaded his fingers through mine before saying, “You may as well tell us the truth.”

Raising her chin, she tried to look confident, but her voice was as strong as before when she replied, “I already told you the truth.”

She glanced to the side, and I noticed someone with their phone up, probably filming this entire exchange.

I looked back at the woman and said, “You have a friend over there recording something.”

“So what? Everyone takes videos these days.”

The owner of the bar, John Thompson, walked over to the woman with her phone pointed at us and stood in front of her. “Actually, there’s a sign on the door when you come in—no filming videos without permission. So hand it over.”

The other woman, who had an American accent, squeaked and jumped back. “No.”

Beck shouted, “I already called the sheriff, John. He’ll be here soon.”

The British woman took a step back, but I followed. “Who sent you? CGN?”

“Er…”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Rafe cursed, but I continued before he could say anything. “Agree to write and sign a statement, with all the details, and I’m sure John could be convinced not to confiscate the phone or tell the sheriff how you’re harassing one of his patrons.”

I wasn’t exactly sure of the legal options, but I did my best to bluff and look confident.

Rafe spoke up. “If you do as my wife says and tell us everything, then I won’t include you in my lawsuit against CGN.”

While Rafe had the best lawyers working on the case, I had a feeling he was bluffing like me.

Regardless, between me, Rafe, the BFF Circle, and my brothers all staring her down, the woman started to crumble. She said, “They told me I couldn’t be arrested. I just wanted the thousand pounds.”

Rafe said, “So they did pay you.”

She nodded. “Yes. They wanted another scandal since the one about Abby Mendoza was one of their best performing ever, and this one would bring it back into the spotlight.”

Anger churned in my stomach. The CGN assholes only saw what they could make off me and didn’t care if they hurt me in the process.

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