Page 132 of The Accidental Wife

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“She is definitely worth it.”

“Not that it matters anymore. She’s leaving for Canada in the morning.” Josh sighs, picking up the bottle of scotch and pouring himself a drink. My head snaps up, and I look at him with a frown.

“Canada?” I ask in a flurry, and he nods, sipping his drink. He looks at me questioningly over the rim of his glass.

“She didn’t tell you she was leaving?”

“She did. I just didn’t think it would be as far as Canada.” I utter sullenly, my shoulders slumping defeated. “She really is running as far away as she can to get away from me.” I sigh, shaking my head.

“Can you honestly blame her?” Josh questions swirling the scotch in his glass. “I saw the state she was in. I was on the phone when Aimee told her you were back, and bro, when I tell you, my gut hurt listening to her screaming on the phone. Aimee said she hit the floor like someone took out her legs. I think she’s reached her limit of how much she can take and wants to get away.”

I chew on my bottom lip, tears filling my eyes. “Josh, how am I going to live without her man.” I cry, and he sighs, squeezing my shoulder.

“You’re going to take it one day at a time like you did when Sophie left.” I shake my head.

“This is completely different. That break up was a joke compared to how broken I feel now.” I admit wiping my tears with the back of my hand. “I’m beside myself and incomplete without her, and I will be forever.” I sigh miserably, burying my face in my hands. “Fuck.”

We sat there drinking and talking for hours, and a little part of me felt better having my best friend back. As angry as I still am with him, it hit me how much I need him in my life if I’m going to get through this mess. Josh spent the night at my house, and he stayed up with me the whole night.

* * *

“Well, this it, bro.”He sighs, coming to stand beside me as I attempt to do my tie but fail miserably. My fingers were shaking uncontrollably.

“What time is her flight?” I ask Josh, and he helps me with my tie.

“Uh, in like three hours, I think. Why?” He questions warily, and I shake my head.

“Just wondering if she’s left yet,” I tell him. I felt sick, my chest was all tight, and this stupid tie was choking the life out of me. I’ll be married in less than an hour. I didn’t feel right—I didn’t feel right at all. My heart was racing. “Josh, can you give me a minute,” I say, and he nods and leaves the room. I pick up my phone and scroll through it until I find her number and stare at it for a long time. I exhale slowly and press the call button and hold my breath waiting for it to ring. ‘

The number you’re trying to reach has been disconnected,’

“No!” I ram my fist hard into the wall with a growl. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I pace the little room at the church frantically.

I couldn’t fucking breathe.

I turn around when the door opens, ready to scream at whoever it was that just walked in, but I freeze, staring at the person standing in the doorway.

“Hi.”