Page 58 of Pursued By My Grumpy Fiancé
“Right, so I’ve been living with him for about a week and a half? Maybe? You know math isn’t my strong suit. Anyway, two nights ago, I’m home making a roast dinner while I wait for him to get off work—”
“Aw, you’re such a little homemaker, that’s so cute,” she interrupts.
I pelt her with a handful of sand and she shrieks with laughter.
“Anyway, I pull the roast out, and then someone knocks on the door. So I answer the door, and there’s this severely pregnant woman standing in the hallway. Want to take any guesses as to who it is?” I ask.
“Do I get a million dollars if I guess right?”
“Ha ha. Very funny.” I roll my eyes and she snorts.
“The woman is Landon’s ex-girlfriend, and—get this—she’s there to tell me that she’s pregnant, Landon’s known about it the whole time, and they’ve been having rendezvous for the entirety of our relationship!”
“No!” she gasps.
I nod, pressing my lips together in annoyance.
“Ugh,” I groan, “My life is such a mess.”
Emma puts her arms around me and pats my back.
“Yes, big sister, it is.”
I break free and give her an incredulous look.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be making me feel better!”
She laughs, and this time, I can’t help laughing with her.
“So, what did Landon say? Did you confront him about it?” she asks.
“Yeah. When he got home, I told him about it. Some parts are fuzzy. I was a little tipsy,” I say sheepishly. “But, he denied her entire claim. Said that he hasn’t even seen her for at least a year. Didn’t know she was pregnant.”
I throw my hands up in the air as Emma soaks this in.
“You want to know what I think?” she asks.
“Obviously.” I roll my eyes at her. Did she think I came here to enjoy the seagulls picking at the beach litter?
“I think you should ask yourself why you believe this random woman over Landon. Presumably, you agreed to marry Landon because you trust him. Has he ever told you about this woman before? I’m sure that rich people like him deal with this sort of thing all the time. People trying to take advantage of him.”
I pause as I soak this in. I can’t tell her about the fake engagement thing, but outside of that, Landon has never given me a reason not to trust him. She’s right, too. I bet people try to take advantage of not just Landon, but all the Goulds all the time.
“He did, actually. When we were at the charity gala, he opened up about how she cheated on him with his best friend,” I say quietly.
Emma raises her eyebrows at me.
“Okay, fine! You’re right. I definitely did not think through my actions that night. I should trust my fiancé,” I say.
Emma smiles at me smugly, then pats me on the head.
“Good girl. Now, do you want to go to Paglioni’s for some cannoli and gelato?” she asks.
My mouth salivates at the idea of our favorite Italian cuisine. This is one place that I still haven’t told Landon about. It’s my sister’s and my favorite place. A one story, ivy-covered brick building boasting ‘Best pizza on this side of California’ on the sign outside. We’ve been going since we were kids, first with our mom, and then on our own once we became old enough.
Maybe one day I’ll show it to him, but for now, I just want to keep it between my sister and me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
