Page 179 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

“Please, just consider it. There’s still an hour where we can blow this

place and leave together, okay? Everyone used to say we would end

up together, remember? We can still do that. We can still have our

happily ever after.”

I shake my head, firm in my decision. “I’m going to have my happily

ever after, Ryan. What you do is up to you now, but it’s not going to

be with me. Not ever again.”

As I turn, he adds in a cold, low voice, “I wish you nothing but

happiness, Leah Reese. He’s a good guy. Better than me. You deserve

a man like that, and I’m sorry to both of you for what I’ve done.”

I leave him behind, glad he doesn’t try to catch up with me again. I

feel sick now, my hands on my stomach as I hurry back into the

reception hall and try to make sense of this whole mess. I’m happy

Percy finds me first, pulling me to a seat nearby while concern laces

his innocent, handsome features.

“Are you okay, darling? You look like morning sickness is about to

kick your ass.”

“It might, but it’s not the baby’s fault,” I breathe.

He comes to his knees, holding my face in his hands while I get

through the light cramps that I chalk up to hunger and stress. I don’t

even know how to tell him about the conversation we just had, but I

know I’m not going to get to have it when I hear a loud shriek.

Percy and I look at one another in pure confusion.

“What was that?” I ask.

He shakes his head, looking around while everyone in the large,

warm tent seems to do the same. “I don’t know, darling. That was

really, really weird. I think it was someone screaming.”

“Yeah, I heard it, too,” Reggie says, jumping off the stage. “Like a

woman walked in on her groom cheating or something.”

We both give him a warning of a look, his smile too innocent and

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