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Right now I don’t know why I ever wanted to marry you.
You’re right; you did me a huge favour cancelling the wedding. And
you know what else? If you had asked me to get back with you
tonight I wouldn’t have – I love somebody else now, not you.’ I
don’t know whether it was the drink talking or not but the words
came out of my mouth before they’d registered in my brain. Now that
I’d said them I knew they were true. I didn’t love Mark, not ex
Mark anyway – I loved Freckly Mark.
‘So is this
Monica’s brother you’re talking about, then?’ Mark stood up and
walked towards the fridge. He took out a sausage roll and started
to eat it, dropping crumbs all over his carpet.
‘How do you
know about Mark? It seems you know everything I do, lately.’
‘ Monica
saw a picture of you on Facebook; the one from Paul’s wedding. Paul
put it on there; anyway Monica recognized you and told me you were
seeing her brother. It’s no big deal.’
‘And that’s
when you told her we’d been engaged.’
‘Well what was
I supposed to tell her?’
‘You do realize
that you’ve ruined things between me and Mark. I hadn’t told him
I’d been engaged and I didn’t tell him I knew you were seeing his
sister, either.’
‘So, that’s not
my fault. You should have been honest with him right from the
start.’
‘Like you know
anything about honesty you cheating pig!’
‘Now there’s no
need for that!’
Obviously not a
student of body-language himself, he came over to me, attempting to
give me a hug. I took the opportunity to hit him hard across his
face.
‘Ow!’ he
screamed, ‘what did you do that for you psycho!’
I’d drank
too much and I’d had a shock finding out about Mark and Mia. It all
became too much for me; I burst into tears and collapsed onto the
settee. Mark came and put his arms around me again and this time I
didn’t have the energy or the inclination to push him away. ‘If you
want, I’ll get in touch with Monica and sort things out for you,’
he said.
‘Don’t bother;
you’ll only make it worse.’ I looked at him and felt glad that I
finally had closure. I could let him go now. His blue eyes were
watery and I knew we’d always have the past but that it could no
longer ruin our futures. ‘So you’re going to New York then?’ I
asked.
He nodded and
brushed my hair away from my eyes. ‘It’s probably for the best now,
isn’t it? A clean break?’
‘Yeah. Is that
why you asked me round here? To say goodbye.’
‘Yeah. I’m
starting to think it was a bad idea now though!’ He laughed, which
eased the tension and I laughed too.
‘No. It was a
great idea and I’m glad you thought of me.’
His eyes
watered again. ‘Of course I thought of you. Like you said, we were
together nine years and almost married! You’ve been a big part of
my life.’
I hugged him.
‘Thanks. I’m so glad we had this talk. I know what I have to do
now.’
‘I hope that
doesn’t mean killing Mia!’ He laughed again.
‘I’m over that
now and I think I’m finally over us too.’
He smiled. ‘We
were just kids weren’t we? Maybe if we were just meeting up now
things would be different?’
‘I guess.’
We sat there
for a while longer just holding each other. I felt a sense of peace
wash over me, that I hadn’t felt for a long time. I could move on
now. Once I’d seen Mia for the last time I could say goodbye to my
past and look to the future – hopefully a future with Freckly Mark
in it.
Chapter
Thirteen
Decisions,
decisions
Mia
looked nervous as I took my place next to her. I could see why Mark
was attracted to her; not only was she beautiful but she was
ambitious too. She was
also a cow but maybe she didn’t show Mark that side of
her.
‘Terri,’ she
said, ‘I’m glad you decided to come into the room so amicably.’
‘You know if
I’d found out about you and Mark straight away I would probably
have killed you but now that I’ve realized I’m finally
Jessica Coulter Smith, Smith