Page 63 of You're To Blame 2

“No thank you.” I sat on the sofa beside Tate.

“Water, please?” Tate stated.

Matt appeared out of thin air. His wild eyes darted between Tate and me.

I ran across the room and threw my arms around his neck. “I’ve been worried sick.”

He didn’t move. “You’ve been worried. Bullshit.”

“Matt, what the hell?” Tate growled.

I stepped back and stared into Matt’s empty red eyes. “Please talk to me. What happened?”

I pulled him onto the sofa between us.

“What happened to me?” He chuckled.

“My sister, Mason, you and Tate.” He dropped his head in his hands.

My heart plummeted to my feet. What did we do? I was afraid to ask.

“Matt, what is it?” I whispered.

He sank into the sofa staring into space. “Marisa told me how she blackmailed our father for Mason and your asshole grandfather. Tate,” he snarled.

Shit. That fucking bitch.Matt believed in love and happily ever afters. Our parents were a rarity in the affluent town of Haven River. All three couples were still happily married. Now he’s learned his dad cheated on his mother.

“You two were my friends. I come running the moment you two are in trouble.”

I peeked at Tate, then Matt. “We didn’t want to break your heart. We figured your father and mother weren’t getting a divorce so we left it alone. Marisa set your father up with a woman.”

He cut his eyes at me.

I held my hands up like I was pumping the brakes. “I’m not saying it was right. She destroyed her own parents’ relationship to keep her and Mason’s solid.”

“I read in the documents your father and Chelsea’s grandfather agreed to payout upon their pregnancies with the heirs. Chelsea told me my grandfather mentioned that tidbit after he choked her about Marisa’spart in the blackmail.” Tate sipped the water the Butler brought him.

I sighed. “We’ll get out of your hair.”

I hugged him. “We love you too much to be vindictive. Just protective.”

“I thought you two broke up.”

He pushed me back and narrowed his eyes between us.

“Tate, you could have come alone.”

“Chelsea was so desperate to find you she asked Marisa had she seen you. I’m sure you could imagine how well that went. I had to help her. Even if she did dump me.” He quirked a brow.

“Why did you break up with him, Chelse? You know he didn’t fuck any of those girls. Mason was trying to destroy Tate.”

“I know, Matt. The videos and the girls thinking it was my boyfriend they were messing around with...I couldn’t take it anymore. So I let him go, kind of.” My eyebrows wrinkled, and I tugged my hair. “Wait, when did Marisa tell you about your father?”

“Last week.”

I peered at Tate then back at Matt.

“I think, she told you about your father to get back at me and Tate for breaking up. Her and Mason wanted towatch me unravel. You witnessed first-hand how they tried to break me down.” I stood and paced the floor.

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