Page 90 of Mile High Ex's Dad
“I don’t care what you believe.”
His mouth twists. “That’s convenient.”
I tighten my hold on the clipboard. “Not everything is about convenience, Ethan.”
“No?” he says. “Then tell me why you’re here. Why you took this job. Why you’re still in this house.”
I almost laugh.
“Because your wedding planner had an emergency,” I say. “Because I needed the money. Because unfortunately for both of us, the world doesn’t revolve around your sense of timing.”
“That child isn’t mine,” he says, like he’s checking the shape of it again.
“No.”
“And you’re just… what? Carrying on like this is normal?”
The question is so stupid I don’t answer it right away.
Then I say, “You’re engaged to someone else, Ethan. I don’t owe you an explanation for my life.”
His face tightens.
There it is again, that look of his. Not hurt. Ownership denied. A man who wants the right to be offended without accepting any of the responsibility that would make the offense his to claim.
He leans in slightly. “Who is he?”
I smile at that.
Not because it’s funny. Because he doesn’t deserve the answer.
“No.”
His eyes narrow. “You think keeping secrets makes this better?”
“I think keeping them from you does.”
He goes still. For a second, I think he might say something truly ugly. The kind of thing that would make me wonder exactly how I ever thought I loved this man.
Instead, he just looks at me, irritated and unconvinced, his gaze dropping once more to my body, then lifting again.
He doesn’t believe me completely. Or maybe he believes the part that matters and hates not knowing the rest.
Either way, I’m done standing here.
“Move,” I say again.
This time, after a long second, he does. Just enough.
I step past him without touching him.
Behind me, he says, “This isn’t over.”
I keep walking.
“Yes,” I say. “It is.”
I make it halfway down the corridor before I see her.
