Countdown To My Revenge Marriage
“This is ridiculous. Éric and Anne-Marie? That’s—”
“Exactly what it looks like,” she interrupted. “They’re getting married.”
The room felt smaller.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Oh, it makes perfect sense,” she replied. “Your ex-wife and your stepbrother. A beautiful reunion, don’t you think?”
There was something off about the way she said it.
Something almost… amused.
I exhaled sharply. “I’m not going.”
Isla tilted her head, studying me like I was something she couldn’t quite figure out.