All Chapters of The Goodbye He Never Saw Coming : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

WINTER "Did you just call me a murderer?" Olivia asks, her voice sharp with anger. The shock has disappeared from her face, replaced by outrage. Fake outrage, because we both know what she did. I smile. "And what if I did?" She scoffs and moves closer, getting right in my personal space like that's going to intimidate me. "Do you know the implication of what you just said? Do you know that I can sue you for that statement?" Oh, please. Like I'm scared of her legal threats. I smile wider. "I would like to see you try. And oh, don't think I haven't figured out what you did. You will get what's coming, Olivia, and you will regret the day you ever tried to harm my sister." Her face goes pale. "What do you mean by that? What are you talking about?" I don't answer. I just turn around and walk away, heading toward Nath. The game is about to start, and I have better things to do than waste my breath on someone like her. When I reach Nath, he's already watching me with concern in his

OLIVIA The moment Winter turns and happily walks out of the room, I can't keep pretending anymore. I get off the bed and grab the doctor's hand. "That was a joke, right? I'm not really pregnant, right? Please tell me this is some kind of mistake. A false positive. A lab error. Anything." The doctor sighs. He looks at me with this sympathetic expression that makes my stomach turn. "Miss Olivia, you need to take care of yourself. You're under a lot of stress. The pregnancy is unstable. If you don't rest and manage your stress levels, you could lose it." No. No, no, no. I sit back down on the bed, placing my cold hand on my forehead. This can't be happening. This cannot be happening to me. I had pretended to be happy just to get back at Winter. Just to see the pain on her face. The devastation. The heartbreak. But she wasn't even a little bit bothered. She was happy. Actually happy that I'm pregnant with Mike's baby. I think back to how much Winter used to love Mike. How obses

WINTER I feel my arms flailing uselessly in the water. I'm useless. Completely, utterly, embarrassingly useless. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it's trying to escape my chest. Which, honestly, would be fair. If I were my heart, I'd want to escape this situation too. Once again, I'm drowning. Because apparently, I didn't learn my lesson the first time. Because I'm an overachiever when it comes to making terrible life choices. Everything is dark and cold and I can't breathe and this is it, this is how I die, in a swimming pool in front of hundreds of people while wearing a swimsuit that's probably riding up in the worst way. But just at the last moment, I feel someone pull me up from the water. Strong arms wrap around me, lifting me toward the surface. My head breaks through and I gasp, coughing and sputtering. I blink repeatedly, unable to see clearly for a while. Water streams from my eyes. Everything is blurry and loud and confusing. Then I feel myself being moved

WINTER I turn back to my pan and realize I need to add flour to make the roux. "Flour," I say to Nath. He hands me the flour container immediately. Apparently he's been paying attention to everything I'm doing despite the tears. I sprinkle flour over the vegetables. Is this the right amount? I have absolutely no idea. The recipes I read said "a tablespoon or two" which is the least helpful measurement in the history of cooking. So I just keep sprinkling until it looks about right. Which is to say, until it looks like there's flour on the vegetables. Cooking is basically just guessing with confidence, right? Then comes the wine. This is the important part. Coq au Vin literally means chicken in wine. The wine is the star. I grab the bottle of red wine and start pouring it into the pan. Maybe a little too enthusiastically because it splashes everywhere. Some gets on my apron. Some gets on the counter. Some actually makes it into the pan. "Cooking is going great," I a

WINTER In the morning, I'm packing up like a woman possessed and at the same time, getting ready for the last contest which is supposed to happen at 10 AM. I'd initially thought it was going to be a couple's game, but I only found out a minute ago that we're going to be graded individually. Great. Just great. Because nothing says "fun competition" like surprise rule changes. Well, at the very least, I know they're going to ask trivia questions. And I believe I'm very smart. Ish. Smart-ish. I'm smart enough to fake being smart, which is basically the same thing, right? I'm convinced I can ace this. Even if I don't score higher than everyone, as long as I don't let anyone else pass me, I'll win. The thought of leaving the resort and going back as an employee of Valcour is so exciting I could scream. Actually, I might scream. Just a little victory scream. Is that weird? I think about the pay, the bonuses, the incentives. I could almost imagine living my dream and finally no