Page 132 of The Accidental Wife

“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.

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“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.”

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