All Chapters of The Wrong Bed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

"Do not do this to me, Lina."Freddie's voice was low. Controlled. But his hands were shaking.She could see them from where she stood. Right there at the altar, three feet away, with two hundred people watching and a priest who had gone very still.Lina looked at those hands. Then she looked at his face.Big mistake.His eyes were burning. Not with anger. With something worse.Hope.He still thought she was going to say yes."Freddie." Her voice came out steadier than she felt. "I can't do this."The church went silent. Not quiet. Silent. The kind that presses against your ears."What?" He breathed it. One word. Like she'd punched it out of him."I'm sorry." She said it to his face, not to the floor. She owed him that much. "We're not meant to be."Someone in the pews gasped. His mother. Lina recognized the sound.Freddie didn't move. He just stood there in his perfect black suit, with the white rose boutonniere she had picked out herself, and he stared at her like she was speaking a

"Put it down," Priya said. "Stop looking at it. It's not going to change."Lina was still holding the test."Lina." Priya took it out of her hand and set it on the bathroom counter face-down. "Look at me."She looked."Tell me it's Freddie's," Priya said.Lina said nothing."Oh God." Priya sat down on the edge of the tub. "Tell me you didn't.""I don't know what I did." Lina pressed her hands flat on the counter. "I don't remember most of that night. I just woke up and he was—" She stopped. "I woke up and it was Marcos.""Marcos." Priya repeated his name like it was something she had found on the bottom of her shoe. "Freddie's Marcos.""The same."Priya stood up. Sat back down. Stood up again. "Does he know?""No.""Are you going to tell him?""I don't know.""Are you going to tell Freddie?""Absolutely not.""Lina.""What do you want me to say, Priya? What is the right answer here? I left Freddie at the altar and then I possibly slept with his best friend and now I'm—" She turned aro

"You look different," Freddie said.It was Thursday. Nine o'clock. She was on time.They were standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of his office before the rest of the team arrived. She had made the mistake of accepting coffee from his assistant, which had turned into standing here, close enough to smell his aftershave.Bad decision. She was full of bad decisions lately."Different how?" she said.He looked at her for a moment. Then looked away. "Never mind.""No. Different how, Freddie.""You look tired."She almost laughed. "Thank you.""I didn't say it as an insult.""I know."Silence. The city moved below them. Tiny cars. Tiny people with tiny uncomplicated lives."Are you sleeping?" he asked."I sleep fine.""You have circles under your eyes.""Freddie." She turned to face him. "This isn't appropriate. You're the client.""You're right." He stepped back. Put professional distance between them like a wall. "The team's arriving. Shall we?"The morning passed in controlled tensio