soothe him. “Mitchell, Heather’s on his hand possessive, her voice sweet as she tried to
finish the wedding-”
“Get away from me!”
run away, but you still have me and our babies. Let’s just
Mitchell’s restraint shattered, and he roared, cutting off whatever Bethany had been about to say. The next moment, his hand swung with force, slapping her across the face with such strength that she stumbled back, dizzy.
The slap left a red, swollen mark on Bethany’s face.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Mitchell shouted. “Heather and I are so in love- there’s no way she’d just run off. What did you say to her? Who do you think you are? This is my wedding with Heather! Even If she’s not here you have to right to stand in her place!”
Bethany’s ears rang, the world around her spinning. The slap had knocked her senses out of whack. The scene before her blurred as she staggered, falling off the nearly three–foot–high stage, her white wedding gown blooming with the crimson of blood.
“My babies, my babies can’t be hurt,” she moaned, clutching her stomach. “Mitchell, my tummy hurts…”
Mitchell didn’t even hear her. His mind was spinning with the chaos of what he’d just learned. His thoughts were a tangled mess. He was convinced Bethany had lied about Heather running away he couldn’t believe it.
Ignoring the chaos, he rushed out of the wedding venue, heart pounding, and made a beeline for home.
“Heather, you’re just messing with me, right? You’re waiting for me at home, aren’t you?” he mumbled to himself desperately.
What was supposed to be an hour’s drive only took him thirty minutes as his panic fueled his speed.
When he burst through the door, all he found was an empty house. There was nothing else.
