Page 121 of A Chance for Us
Stella wraps her arms around me. She lets go, tears swimming in her eyes. “Maren left you because of this?”
I put my hand up, not willing to listen to this anymore. “I found out when I was in Georgia. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know anything. It’s Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and in a lymph node in my groin. I’m very, very early in detection, which means I won’t have an overly complicated treatment plan. The oncologist is in Charlotte, so that’s where I’ll be going through treatment. I should need two rounds of chemo, and then they’ll do a PET scan to see if I need more or if they need to remove the lymph node.” I turn to my sister. “As for taking care of me, I’ll do it on my own, which is how it’s meant to be, and no, she didn’t leave me because of it. She doesn’t know.”
“You didn’t tell her? Seriously?”
“No, Stella, I didn’t tell her because right before I was going to, she gave me annulment paperwork. I really didn’t feel inclined to say anything about my current situation given she was ending things.”
My sister turns to Jack. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“Yeah, it makes perfect sense,” I say, drawing her attention back to me. “She got what she wanted and left. However, I don’t have the time to give a damn, I have other things that need my attention.”
With that, I walk out of the room and head to my cabin to take a nap and get my shit together for Charlotte.
Thirty-One
MAREN
There’s a knock on my office door, and I wipe away the tears that keep falling to see my ex there.
“Can we talk?” he asks.
I haven’t seen him since before we ended things. “Now isn’t a good time,” I say and go back to staring out the window.
“Look, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
I am not mad. I don’t even care. I’m heartbroken, and he reminds me of the Oliver I want. The one I love. The one whose voice I can’t stop hearing tell me that he’s never anyone’s first choice.
He doesn’t stop, he walks in. “Why are you crying?”
I sigh heavily. “Why are you here? You left me, Oliver. Didn’t care when you walked away, so you don’t have to pretend to be now.”
Oliver left me. He refused to listen, called me a liar, and stormed out. He doesn’t care about why I filed for the annulment any more than the man in front of me cared about why the wedding was so important to me.
No, that isn’t fair. The Oliver I love isn’t uncaring. He was there for me, doing whatever he could to make me smile and stay strong. He didn’t run away until I pushed him.
“I heard about your wedding. When I got back, it was all anyone could talk about.”
“What do you care?”
“I always cared about you. It wasn’t like that. We were rushing into things.”
“I have a knack for that.”
“No you don’t,” he says, taking a seat. “You’re a planner, and you never do something without knowing the possible outcomes.”
I laugh once. “Clearly, I’m broken then. I didn’t see this coming, that’s for sure.”
“What has you upset?”
“He left me,” I say, not sure why the hell I’m telling him. “I love him, and he left me. I really love him, though, with everything inside me. He saved me when you deserted me.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you.”
I shrug. “I’m not. If you hadn’t called off the wedding, I never would have fallen for him, and you were right, I didn’t love you. We should have never gotten engaged.”
Oliver looks away. “Still, I could’ve stopped it sooner.”
