Page 30 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

Farrah did to him with Ryan, then I guess there really isn’t any harm

in this.

“He just said that he wants me to be at the wedding because we’re

like old friends or something. Never mind the fact that we were

together for ten years, almost half my life. He throws it away over the

fact that I didn’t tend to his needs after my father died.”

He nods slowly, leaning in with piqued interest. “Did you tend to his

needs all the other times?”

“Of course, I did,” I bite. “I was the best girlfriend. I paid for dinner if

he lost his wallet. I held him when his dog died after graduation, and

I was the best fucking listener when he would vent about every single

issue that came his way. And don’t get me started on the sex.”

He holds his palms up in surrender. “Don’t need to know any of

that.”

“I was attentive to every need, every single time he wanted it,” I say

anyway. “I never turned him down, not even if I wasn’t in the mood.

My life goal was to please that man so we could have a future

together after spending years and years of being together. And what

does he tell me now? I wasn’t caring for his needs, and I had driven

him into the bed of another woman because he felt alone.”

“He felt alone… Are you kidding me? Your father just died, Leah. You

needed him.”

“Exactly!” I say, excited that someone seems to be on my side of

things for once. “I was always there for him, and I walked him

through the death of both of his grandparents. The minute I asked

him for space after my dad died, he walked away and felt rejected by

me.”

He shakes his head in disgust, chewing on his bottom lip until it’s red

and pink. “That’s horrible. I can’t imagine a guy saying that kind of

thing. It’s bullshit. You needed the support that you had given him,

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