Page 5 of Game Changer
What a fool I was.
And what a fool I’ve been, not to know what was going on behind my back.
“How could he?”I whisper, my throat squeezing up.
“I don’t know.I’d really like to hear his explanation.Because there is no explanation that’s good enough for cheating.For fuck’s sake.”Grace shakes her head and sips her champagne, more ladylike than I am right now despite her language.“That’s just bullshit.And who the fuck is Claire?”
“I don’t know.”My bottom lip quivers.“She’s pretty and she has great boobs.”I look down at my modest chest.
“If that’s all he cares about, then he really is a dickhead.”
Someone knocks on the door.
We look at each other.
“Molly?Are you in there?Open this door!”
Steve.
I frown.“I thought Allison and Brielle were dealing with him.”
“I’ll fucking deal with him.”Grace jumps up and stalks over to the door in her spiky heels.“Get fucked, Steve!”she shouts through the door.
I actually snort out a laugh.
“I love you,” I whisper to her.
We hear more voices—female voices.Another male voice.My parents.There’s a lot of yelling and I catch a few swear words.
Grace rolls her eyes and sets down her glass.“I’ll be back.”
She disappears out the door, and I leap up to lock it again.
I’m alone.
I hear Grace telling everyone to go away and give me my space.“Especially you, asshole,” comes quite clearly through the door.I hear more male voices.Maybe Steve’s friends.They won’t break the door down, will they?They’re all hockey players, big and strong, and have been known to get into the odd fisticuffs.
The voices fade away as my girls take care of things.I feel bad about Mom and Dad.Luckily, they didn’t pay for much of the wedding; Steve did, since he’s loaded.That’snotwhy I was marrying him, just to be clear.I don’t care about money.I thought I was marrying for love.
My heart contracts sharply, the pain stealing my breath.
Love.
What.The.Fuck.
I lift the champagne bottle and finish it off.
Standing in the middle of the room, I can see my reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall.I love this dress.It’s a princess dress, with a full skirt and beaded bodice.I felt like a princess when I tried it on, and I couldn’t wait to feel like a princess wearing it in front of Steve.
I look down at the ring on my hand.I love my ring, too.I slip it off my finger and tuck it into my little beaded purse.I’ll give it back to Steve.Maybe he can give it to fucking Claire.
I’dlike to give it to Claire.Right between the eyes.
Another knock on the door startles me.I turn and regard it suspiciously.It better not be Steve again.
“Who is it?”I ask.
“Jax.”
