Wedding Shenanigans
"It’s all my fault. I’ll make it up to you. Natalie, be good. Once today is over, I’ll come home to you. Everything will be settled. Trust me, okay?"
I blinked away my tears, remembering how I had begged him earlier, how desperate I must have looked. Forcing myself to sound indifferent, I said, "Quentin, there won’t be a future. I’m breaking up with you."
His brows furrowed, his gaze filled with dissatisfaction and condescension as if I were throwing a childish fit.
"Stop it, Natalie. What will you even do after breaking up with me? Didn’t you say before that you wanted to have two kids with me? To be a good wife and mother? Now that you’re breaking up with me, what else do you have?"