Page 17 of Til Death Do Us Part

I knew there was more to the story that she wasn’t sharing. While Jordan and Camilla had broken up plenty of times through their relationship, there was always a reason and nine times out of ten the reason was because Camilla cheated on Jordan.

Surely, she hadn’t cheated on him after they’d gone upstairs last night.

“Maybe you can reason with him after he’s had a moment to cool off,” I tried to reassure her.

Hanging her head, she let out a sob. “Not this time.”

Moving over to sit with her on the couch, I pulled her into a hug and let her cry. Camilla’s body shook as tears ran down her cheeks and dampened my shirt.

Thirty minutes later, she lifted her head and looked at me with devastation in her eyes. “I’m never going to get him back. What am I going to do?”

“I don’t know, honey.” I smoothed her hair that was plastered to her face away and tucked it behind her ear. “Why don’t you tell me what has Jordan so upset and maybe I can help you?”

“I…we were…I don’t even know why or how, but I called out someone else’s name after we came upstairs last night.”

“What?” I choked out, my eyes wide as I digested what she’d said. “Whose name?”

Had it been one of the guys she’s cheated on Jordan with?

“It was a mistake, but Jordan wouldn’t hear of it. He pulled out, threw on a pair of shorts, yelled, and then called off the wedding before he left. I thought if I gave him time to cool off, he’d come back after he realized it was a blunder, but I haven’t seen him since. What am I going to do? How can I prove to him it was a mistake?”

I shook my head, not wanting to voice I had no idea how she was going to do that. I wasn’t convinced, and I’d been best friends with Camilla since we were in middle school. I didn’t know her relationship with Jordan except what she’d told me over the phone, through text messages, from what I saw on Instagram, and the few times I’d been around them when Camilla brought him home with her. I’d gone to cosmetology school to do hair right after high school when Camilla left to go to school at Stanford. All I knew was Jordan kept taking Camilla back each and every time she’d cheated on him in the past, and I had no idea why. Maybe he would again.

“Have you tried calling him?”

Her head bobbed as her lower lip quivered. “He turned off his phone after I kept calling him, trying to get him to come back. This isn’t like before Everly. I know deep down in my soul it’s over.”

Whose name had she said in the heat of passion that would make him end their four-year relationship?

Her body started to shake as if she’d been sitting outside in the middle of an ice storm.

Rubbing my hand up and down her hair and back, I tried to reassure her as best as I could. “Maybe he just needs time.”

“What is this?” she shrieked, catching my left hand in hers, and stared down at the silver band adorning my finger. “Why do you have a ring sitting on your left hand?”

Moving so my back was to the arm of the couch, I hugged my legs to my chest. “Because I got married last night,” I confessed.

“I can’t believe while I was getting dumped, you were getting married to some rando. How did you even meet someone? When I left you, you and Leo were all over each other.” She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as she stared at my hand.

I wanted to hide it away, so she’d stop, but thought better of it. Who cared if Leo and I got married last night except our families?

“Oh my God, Fiona is going to kill you for getting married without her. I wish I could be there to witness when you tell her.” Her eyes got wide as an evil grin spread across her tear-streaked face. “Or are you two going to get it annulled and pretend like it never happened?”

Raising my hand, I looked at the silver band that had been sitting on my finger for less than ten hours. “I’m pretty sure we can’t get it annulled after how many times we had sex last night.”

“Is he a beast in bed?” she asked, all her problems forgotten in that moment.

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” I blushed as I thought of all the ways Leo had taken me last night and how I’d begged him for more until we could barely keep our eyes open. Last night had been the single most passionate and best night of my life.

“Pfft, since when have you been a lady?” she scoffed at me.

“Hey,” I called back, offended, “you’re thinking about yourself. You’re the one who’s always offering up details about your sex life with Jordan. I’ve never told you anything except for the fact that I hooked up with someone.”

Camilla scowled at me from across the couch. “If last night was only a hook up, why do you care?”

“It wasn’t a hook up. I mean, we didn’t set out to get married or have sex, but that’s where the night took us, and now…”

“And now what?” Camilla sat up, her face shadowed in anger.

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