Page 80 of Fake Wife
At the very least, he owes me an explanation before I throw my adult-sized temper tantrum.
“How humiliating,” I mumble, dropping my head into my hands. My feet are propped on my front bumper, fixed last week after I smashed into Corbin’s Mercedes. And that’s what I remember.
Him. His lack of anger at his car. Instead, he only showed concern aboutme.
I huff out a breath, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension. Muscles pop and click from the tightness I’ve held in them all day and I slide off the hood of my car.
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I still have the key to Corbin’s condo, but I’ve never had so much trouble getting it into the lock before. With my hand shaking, I’m still thankful the security guy at the lobby desk waved me on into the building like he didn’t have a clue I’d left earlier not planning on returning.
I was worried for a moment he’d stop me and refuse to allow me back in.
One hurdle down, one to go.
I called Corbin but it went straight to voice mail. He has to be avoiding me, and who can blame him?
I’d taken off, assumed the worst of him. I’m supposed to believe in him more than anyone and I haven’t. Not today.
God, what an idiot I’ve been.
Opening the door to the condo, I’m startled when Caitlin jumps off the couch, hurdling over the back as I walk in, dropping my bag to the floor.
“Oh my God,” she shouts, rushing me and throwing her arms around me. “What are you doing here? I’m so glad.”
She shakes me so hard my teeth rattle.
“Is he here?”
“No.” She pulls back, shaking her head. “He’s been scouring hotels looking for you. He has Trey trying to find you.”
“Can you call him? I think I made a mistake, and I need to talk to him, but he’s not answering.”
“His phone died. He texted me saying he’ll be back later. God…I’m so glad you’re here. There’s something you need to see.”
Before I can ask, she thrusts an envelope into my hand. “God. Not another one.”
“You’ll like it.” She taps it and grins at me. Tears are in her eyes, and I wonder how many people have cried today. “I swear to you. This is what you were supposed to see earlier. This is what he had delivered.”
I rip open the envelope and remove a folded piece of paper. I open what appears to be an official document and see in bold letters across the top:MARRIAGE LICENSE.
I read it. Twice. Three times, before things make sense.
“Oh no,” I say, looking at Caitlin. “I’ve messed up.”
“I know.” She grins and claps her hands. “Isn’t it great?”
I laugh. “No. It’s not great.”
“Yeah, but you came back, and that says everything.” She rushes away from me and picks up her phone. “Trey? Hey, yeah. She’s here. Do you know where he is?”
While she talks to Trey, I bring my bag further into the condo and go to the kitchen. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I don’t think I can stomach anything, but I’m shaking. Nerves, starvation—I don’t know the cause, but I can’t talk to Corbin with a stomach growling like an angry Doberman.
“He can’t get ahold of him, either,” Caitlin says.
I chug down a glass of orange juice.
“He’ll come back,” she assures me with her lips twisted.
