Page 66 of Falling for the Wrong Billionaire
Lucy stands there, her eyes wide when she sees me.
For a second, she just stares.
And then the man turns to her with a smile that makes my blood run cold.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he says warmly, like he belongs here.
My breath catches.
Sweetheart?
Lucy’s face goes pale, and for a moment I swear she looks like she might faint.
“Theo,” she breathes. “What are you doing here?”
Theo.
The man, Theo gives a little laugh. “I came for you,” he says simply. “We still need to finish up the wedding preparations.”
My chest constricts painfully.
Wedding… what?
Lucy’s sharp intake of breath is loud in the quiet night.
I turn to her slowly, my voice low, barely audible.
“Lucy,” I say, my throat tight. “Who is he?”
She doesn’t answer right away.
Her eyes dart between me and Theo, her face a mask of something hard and cold now.
Finally, she lets out a shaky breath and meets my gaze.
“This is Theo,” she says.
Then she adds, “My fiancé.”
It feels like the ground falls out from under me.
For a moment, I can’t even breathe.
Fiancé?
I stare at her, willing her to take it back. To tell me this is some kind of mistake.
But she doesn’t.
Her shoulders square, her chin lifting slightly as she meets my eyes.
Her face is unreadable now.
Hard.
Like she’s already decided to shut me out completely. Everything we built, every smile, every laugh, every quiet moment, it all crashes around me like waves against the rocks.
And I realize, too late, that I was already all in.
