Someone shouted, “Oh my heavens!”
Oliver stepped toward me, his voice cracking. “It’s not what you think!”
“Oh my heavens!”
“Your own stepsister?” I asked. “What exactly am I supposed to think?”
In the front row, Madison suddenly stood up. Her face burned crimson as people turned toward her.
“Sit down,” Oliver hissed at her.
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Wrong move.
Murmurs rippled!
Madison bolted for the exit.
Several guests lifted their phones to record.
“Your own stepsister?”
Oliver looked around wildly. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t do this!”
The irony nearly destroyed me.
As if I had betrayed him.
“No,” I said quietly. “You already did this yourself.”
The chapel fell completely silent.
“Don’t do this!”
Diane slipped her arm through mine, and for the first time all day, I didn’t feel alone.
“We should go.”
Oliver looked up at me. “Cindy, please! WE can fix this.”
I stared at him, the ultrasound picture still clutched in his hand.
“Don’t worry, dear. I’m still going to be around for my grandchild. I’ll give you all the support and love that Oliver was supposed to give,” Diane remarked.
At that, we walked away while Oliver shattered behind us.
