Page 50 of Dream Lover
Conner and I were on the same page with it, but maybe Carrie had other insights. One could hope anyway.
The laundry churned in the washer, and I turned the TV on to drown out the sound. I had my schedule open, preparing my workload for the week, when my cell phone started buzzing so fast I thought it’d blow up.
Drew—Warning,sis.
Drew—I called off the wedding.
Drew—I’m fine.
Quinn—For real?
Drew—Yeah, I’ll talk later. But Rebecca is on the war path.
Of course, she was.
Quinn—Okay, later. I’m proud of you for doing the right thing for YOU.Love you, big brother. I’m here when you need me.
I tossedmy phone onto the cushion next to me and rolled my eyes. She probably hated that her dream wedding wouldn’t be happening, but I doubted the bitch felt heartbroken at the fact she lost Drew. Which was the entire reason for my brother not to commit himself to her.
I picked my phone up to text Carrie and Conner, though, they both had probably heard. News traveled fast in our circle. I couldn’t believe Drew finally had the balls to call things off. It elated me.
My brother loved Rebecca, but happiness bubbled in my chest because he’d seen her for the monster she truly was. It was about damn time too. She wouldn’t have made him happy for the rest of his life.
All a sister wanted for her sibling was to be with someone who would bring them happiness and respected the man he was. Rebecca wasn’t the one for him. He deserved better, and now he could go and find it.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Loud, angry bangs sounded at my door.
Letting out a sigh, I had one guess who I’d find on the other side. I had no obligation to answer. I could pretend not to be home, but part of me yearned to see the look on her face and smell her desperation. It was catty, but she deserved it.
I looked a mess; hair piled in a messy bun on my head, dressed in one of Conner’s old tees I swiped from him this morning, and a pair of leggings. I didn’t care what Rebecca thought of me. Not everyone sat around looking perfect all the time, nor did I want to.
Twisting the handle, I braced for the onslaught that awaited.
“You,” she screeched, the high-pitched tone piercing my ears the moment I opened the door.
“Come in, Becky.” I didn’t want to invite the crazy bitch in, but I also didn’t want her making a scene for my neighbors to gossip about at their next cookout. And I knew Becky could put on a hell of a show.
Storming past me, I had never seen Rebecca look worse. Her blonde curly hair was pulled into a clip, greasy at the roots. I couldn’t believe she left the house without makeup. Without all the extras to make her look good like false eyelashes, mascara, blush, and lipstick, Rebecca was quite plain. “Cut the shit, Quinn. You know I loathe being called Becky.”
I shut the door and tried not to smirk at the name. “What do you want? You don’t like me, and I sure as hell don’t like you.”
Arms crossing at her chest she huffed and puffed, her gaze shooting venom. “This is your fault.”
“What is?” I kept my face blank.
“Don’t act like you don’t know. Andrew broke off our engagement. He said he was done with me. You put him up to this, hissing in his ear like a serpent. Telling him how much of a cow I am to you, and how much you hate me. That he shouldn’t marry me. You did this. You ruined everything. You just had to show me up on every challenge in Vegas. Wanted to prance around with Conner, rubbing yourselves in my face.”
I snorted at her ridiculousness. “Drew’s a grown man. If he doesn’t want to marry you, it has nothing to do with me. Maybe you need to go home and take a good look in the mirror, and look inward. Drew finally wised up to what a miserable shrew you are. Have you stopped to think for one second about how you’ve made the wedding all about you and what you want? Did you even for one second think it might be important for Drew to have people in the wedding who mean something to him? No, you didn’t. All you cared about was matching up people’s height for your photographs when the most important thing about the wedding should be marrying the man you’re supposed to love. You don’t love my brother. You only love the idea of this perfect persona you’ve conjured up in your head. You didn’t involve his family in the wedding. You were a total bitch when my mother gave you the most awesome gift at your shower. So yeah, I’m tickled to damn death that he is choosing his own happiness and well-being over a lifetime of misery with you.”
Her mouth dropped. Bottom lip trembling. “I have never…” She trailed off, at a loss for words. The bitch couldn’t even muster up fake tears.
“You’re only upset because you’re afraid of what people will say behind your back. Do yourself and Drew a favor. Suck it up and walk away. You should want more for him. If you ever cared about him at all, you’ll let him go with a clean break. He deserves that after all the bullshit he’s suffered from being with you.”
“I’ll get him back. And when I do, he’ll never, ever invite you into our lives.”
“Good luck with that, Becky. It’s time for you to run along now.”
I moved to the front door and held it open for her. She needed to go before I threw her out.
