Page 82 of Naughty Festivities

The rest of the drive back to his house was quiet as he juggled his phone in his hand and resisted phoning Amelia.

God, he hoped she was okay and could one day forgive him. Ultimately, his heart won, and he typed out a message.

Please don’t give up on me. I am going to fix this. I love you. xx

She never replied.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Amelia must have readJack’s text over a dozen times. Okay, fine, more like fifty. She couldn’t reply, though.

What would she say?

It wasn’t okay.

He couldn’t fix this.

She was heartbroken and mad at herself for opening up so quickly to a man she didn’t know. Without knowing much about him at all, she had fallen head over heels and given him her heart.

Worse, he’d let her.

Amelia had gone over every scenario in her head. She might have understood if Jack hadn’t known about the pregnancy, although sleeping with this Cindy girl was wrong. Except he did know, and he had kept it from her.

Sure, the first day they met she wouldn’t have expected him to tell her something so private. But at some point, as they were falling in love, he should have.

Certainly, before he started his proposal.

Of all the times to find out the man you loved and had decided to spend the rest of your life with had knocked up some other woman. Wow!

Good one, Amelia.

She just had to move on and forget him. The media made that hard. For nearly seven days, they’d been covering the story. Sure, it wasn’t front-page news, but it was big enough to be in her face consistently.

Just when she thought she’d get through a day without crying, the cameras would show photos of him exiting his car or entering a building with his face averted.

Nonetheless, she saw the strain.

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