Page 277 of The Baby Twist
“Not at all.” I chuckled.
“She’s going to be heartbroken.” Marley pouted.
“It’s better she finds out now before marrying his broke, deceptive, cheating ass.” A smile crossed Morgan’s lips. “Iwouldn’t be surprised if you receive a call from the bride-to-be tonight.”
After Morgan left, I helped Marley clean up from dinner. Her phone rang as we headed to the bedroom to get ready for bed.
“Charlie, it’s Allison’s mother.” Her eyes widened.
“Answer it.” We sat on the edge of the bed, and she put it on speaker.
“Hello.”
“Marley, it’s Adele.”
“Hi, Adele.”
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but we will no longer be needing your services. Allison called off the wedding.”
“Oh no, Adele. I’m so sorry.”
“We’re not. It turns out Troy isn’t the man she thought he was. Could you please cancel everything for us?”
“Of course. I’ll do that first thing tomorrow. Is Allison okay?”
“No, she isn’t. She’s heartbroken, but she’ll be fine. I’m putting a check in the mail first thing tomorrow for your fee and some extra to compensate you for having to call the wedding off.”
“Thank you, Adele. I appreciate it. Please give Allison my best.”
“I will. Thank you, Marley.”
She ended the call and lay her head on my shoulder as my arm wrapped around her.
“That poor girl,” she said.
“She’ll be fine, babe. Like Morgan said, it’s better she found out now before he married her and ripped her off.”
The following morning, as Marley and I stood in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee before I left for work, my phone rang.
“It’s Morgan,” I said, looking at Marley. “Good morning, Morgan.” I put the call on speaker.
“Good morning, Charlie. I wanted to inform you that I got an alert that our boy, Troy, has skipped out of the country.”
“Already?” I asked. “Allison’s mother called Marley last night and told her the wedding was called off.”
“That’s good to hear. He wiped out his bank account and hopped on a plane to Switzerland. I’m not sure why he chose there, but he won’t be in the States any time soon, if ever.”
“Thanks, Morgan. I owe you one.”
“You’re welcome, Charlie. Hi, Marley!”
“Hi, Morgan. Thank you for everything.”
“No problem. You two have a good day.”
“You too, Morgan.” I ended the call and slipped my phone into my pocket.
“I can’t believe he went to Switzerland. What the hell is there?” Marley’s brows furrowed.
