Heather wanted to pull away but couldn’t. She just let him do it, leaning back in her seat and closing her eyes to pretend she was sleeping.
When Mitchell felt the softness of her hand and realized she wasn’t struggling anymore, he sighed, the anxiety in his heart finally easing.
In the following days, Mitchell used the excuse of work to stay away from home, both during the day and at night. Heather didn’t actively search for his whereabouts, but Bethany made sure to send her updates.
Mitchell had lied about being busy with work. In reality, he was spending time with Bethany. They went shopping for baby supplies together, preparing for their two unborn children, whose genders they still didn’t know.
Bethany sent photos of Mitchell carefully choosing names for the babies, and another of him resting his head on her belly…
[Heather, Mitchell has been here with me. He must’ve told you he’s busy with work, huh? It’s such a shame you can’t see for yourself how much he cares about me and our babies. Do you think, on your wedding day, he’ll run away with me and the kids?]
Heather didn’t respond to her taunts.
On the wedding day, someone was indeed going to run away, but it wouldn’t be Mitchell. It would be her.
