Planning My Cheating Ex-Husband's Wedding

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against my raw nerves. I forced my lips

aged to say, my own voice sounding faint an

ing away as he

le replaced with a mask of concern. He tried to touch

stomach clench. I took a half-s

ide completely. But he covered it smoothly, his voice dripping with false solicitude.

I nodded numbly and escaped into the

ith the sound roaring in my ears, did I let the tears fall. They were silent, hot

silent canyon between us. His breathing was even, peaceful. He wa

private brunch, the couples massage, the helicopter tour over the G

moon," he protested, his f

said, my voice flat.

a monster. Annoyance radiated from him as he ma

ine. I stared out the window at the gaudy spectacle of Las Vega

ther trip," Alex tried, his voice attempting a plac

id, not tur

ed quickly. My mood, this sickness, it was an inconvenience, a disr

all. I watched him from across the room, his back to me. He was pro

ling headphones the moment we sat down. I leaned my

e me, could sense his growing irritation. He wanted to talk, to smoot

ily he knew was attentive and accommodating. This si

ong thing. But he would have dismissed it. In his mind, I was

touched do

ached for my hand out of habit. I let my bag slip,

ast straw. His

om behind me, his voice low and cold. "Th

oked directly into his eyes. There was no ange

my voice quiet but f

y voice seemed to unnerve him

streets of San Francisco roll by. The beautiful bay-front apartment we shared, the one I had

dy working, plann

as trying to figure out how to 'fix' this, how to

e tracks had alre