Page 3 of Rafa's Convenient Wife

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He grimaced, and she felt the rush of cool night air against her overheated skin. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? I wanted that as much as you did.”

“It doesn’t matter.” He slashed the air with his hand. “You’re just a child.”

She flinched at his harsh tone. “I’m nineteen, Rafa!”

“Barely!” He rubbed his face and seemed so angry with himself. “I promised Jaime I would look after you—and I took advantage of you!”

“You didn’t!”

“The hell I didn’t! Look at you! And at your sister’s wedding!”

Her face burned with shame. “I’m an adult. I kissed you first.”

“And I should have stopped it.” He raised both hands in front of him. “It was a mistake.”

“Not to me,” she insisted.

“It was to me.” The hard way he spoke killed whatever glimmer of hope she had left. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I’m going back to the reception.” He grimaced again as his gaze swept hers. “You should get cleaned up before you come back. We don’t want anyone to find out.”

Unable to speak, she nodded and remained rooted to the spot, watching as he marched away from her.

Away from his mistake.

And that’s all she was really.

A mistake.

Her conception had been a mistake between her filthy rich father and her cocktail waitress-turned-mistress mother.

Her very existence had ended Maddie’s parents’ marriage and caused her half-sister to bounce between houses for holidays and birthdays.

Sky’s traumatic entrance to the world had wrecked her mother—emotionally and physically—and eventually caused her mother’s suicide.

No matter what Maddie said otherwise, Sky knew the truth.I’m the reason my mother died.

And now she was a mistake that had broken Rafael and left him riddled with shame.

Why do you always chase after things you can’t have? Why do you always have to reach too high?

“Well, well, well,” Beverly, Maddie’s mother and the woman who hated her more than anything in the world, stepped out of the shadows. The iPhone clutched in her hand sent a wave of panic through Sky. Had she been recording?

“What do you want?” Sky asked waspishly.

“I should ask you the same thing.” Beverly looked every bit the part of an outrageously wealthy socialite with her perfectly coiffed hair and that gossamer plum Valentino gown. “Did you really think you could win Mexico’s most eligible bachelor with that pathetic attempt at seduction?”

“No,” Sky replied meekly. It hadn’t been a planned seduction. It had been a spontaneous moment of romance.

“I warned Maddie you would ruin the wedding, that you couldn’t be trusted to behave,” she sneered. Beverly walkedtoward her like a model on the runway, her gait so smooth and elegant that it made Sky envious. “Men like that don’t want desperate pick-me girls.”

Her barb hit its mark.Is that all I am? A sad, pathetic failure of a seductress?

“And, sweetheart, next time? Skip the cheap lace thong and spend the money on La Perla.” Her smirk made Sky’s skin crawl. “Victoria’s Secret?Really? I would say I’m shocked to see something that flimsy and cheap under Monique Lhuillier, but I suppose you’ve inherited your mother’s trashy taste.”

It was a low blow, but that wasn’t the end of Beverly’s attack on the love child who had ruined her marriage.

“If you don’t want to end up like your mother, you better run off and find a pharmacy with Plan B.”

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