One week until the wedding
Chuck waits for me on the corner of the road. ‘One last time. For old times’ sake,’ he says as I sidle up to greet him.
‘I knew you couldn’t resist,’ I say, receiving his kiss on my cheek. It’s begun to drizzle, and the rain is speckling his light beige jacket dark brown. ‘Shall we get inside before it pours it down?’
I grab his hand and pull him down the street. The doors open up automatically and we walk in arm in arm. I take a deep breath and vow to savour every moment. For I know this is the last time we’ll do this together.
An hour and a half later, when we leave and walk down the street together, my phone pings a message.
We’re both really looking forward to next week. X
I look at Chuck, who is eyeing my phone but can’t see the message.
‘Everything okay?’ he asks.
‘Another client,’ I say, and then I immediately hate myself. Because now I am lying to Chuck as well. I realise how much is at stake, but I’ve come too far now to change my mind. I have to go ahead and face whatever consequences will come of it.