Page 83 of Be My Bride

Her lips flatten and annoyance flares in her eyes.

I don’t care.

I’m good for the threat and she knows it.

With a sigh, Asia glances away. “I talked to your mother.”

“About what?”

She sighs. “About Sharon.”

Twenty-One

Asia

The moment I say her name, Hansley’s expression tightens.

“She's the one who broke your heart, isn’t she? She’s the one you can’t get over,” I whisper.

He doesn’t deny it.

The truth hangs in the air like a shroud.

Pain explodes in my chest.

Why does it hurt so much?

Why do I care?

From the moment I heard Zo talking about Sharon and Hansley, I knew—somewhere deep inside—that she was the woman buried in Hansley’s heart.

His confirmation changes nothing. It only exposes the truth in my own folly. I let myself get carried away because of a drunken mistake.

Even though I kept telling myself that it wasn’t real, a part of me entertained the thought that it could be.

But that’s as much a fairytale as what Thad and I shared before it all fell apart.

Hansley used me for a good time.

For a distraction.

So he could blind himself to the pain of losing her.

I’m just another one.

Another pair of legs.

Another mouth to kiss.

Another woman to throw away when he’s done.

But I knew that.

He was always honest.

It’s his thing, isn’t it?

Being so upfront that no woman can accuse him of leading her on.

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