Page 48 of The Fake Out

“I don’t—”

She gave me an annoyed look, and my protest died on my lips. “If you’re taking that hunk with you to this wedding that you’d rather die than go to, make him dance with you. You should still try to have a good time.”

She was such an optimist. Sometimes I wondered how we were friends.

“Liv, I…”

“What?”

“I think I know why Seth left,” I blurted.

Her eyes were saucers. “Did he tell you?”

I shook my head and felt tears pricking my eyes.

No, go back in there. I don’t have feelings!

“No, but when I talked with Blaise about how this would work, he looked at their wedding webpage.”

“Yeah?” Liv asked. But she wasn’t paying attention, having gotten distracted by a pair of sparkly pink heels.

I bit my lip and clenched my hands into fists. “They have a baby together.”

“What?” she screeched. “Show me!”

I pulled up the webpage. I read through it a million times while I ate breakfast this morning. I shoved my phone at my friend, and I had to smile at how her face turned from confusion to anger. Liv was such a good friend.

“What the fuck!” she exclaimed. “Oh, V, I’m so sorry.”

“I guess it’s good he left,” I muttered.

She raised an eyebrow and fixed me with a concerned look. “Are you sure about that?”

I shrugged.

She sighed and ran a hand down her face. “V…”

“It’s fine.”

“Do you think she knows?”

“Who?”

“The woman he’s marrying.”

I swallowed and tried not to look at her. I looked down at the shoes in my hand, pretending I was going to buy these ridiculous heels. “I don’t know. Maybe that’s why she told him not to invite me. She said it was inappropriate.”

“Hmm.”

“What?” I demanded.

“If she doesn’t know, if she’s another woman that got played by him and the only reason he chose her was because she got pregnant, maybe she deserves to know what sort of man she’s about to marry.”

I shook my head and gave her a stern look. “No, Liv. I’m not getting involved.”

“But—”

“No. End of story. That’s not my business.”