Read The Only Choice (The Choices Trilogy #3) Online
Authors: Dee Palmer
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The Only Choice (The Choices Trilogy #3)
The Only Choice (The Choices Trilogy Book # 3)
Copyright © 2015 Dee Palmer
Published by Dee Palmer
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Table of Contents
For My Husband—All My Love, Always
GOD I MUST
have really been out if it for the last six weeks to not have said something, anything about this monstrosity I’m wearing. I know she’s my best friend and it’s her day, but honestly every time I look down or catch a sneaky glimpse in the many reflective surfaces around this lavishly decorated room I feel nauseous. She promised I was going to be Pippa to her Kate and I distinctly remember having my satin ivory court dress with the halter neck and scooped back fitted to perfection. But no, as I stand guard to the gift table in a taffeta lime green tartan puff ball of a gown I am a shoe-in for Mrs Shrek. Still it must have happened because here I am. Although I can’t remember much of the ceremony and the faces are a little blurry. Funny I don’t remember drinking at all not even to toast the happy couple. It feels all wrong. I have dutifully and carefully placed each gift and thanked the guests as they filter passed. I sway a little, I just feel so sick and it can’t just be the dress, although. . . . My wayward thoughts are frozen as I stare into the deepest dark blue eyes, piercing me and searing a fearful panic in my chest. The line of people directly in front of Daniel drift apart and he steps forward, his long arm tenderly draped over the shoulder of . . . No! It’s only then I notice Angel is his plus one.
I swallow so loudly I’m surprised I don’t interrupt the music of the band playing in the corner of the large ballroom. I grit my teeth and can feel the tension pinch its way to my temples. I steel myself, I am going to be calm. This is Sofia’s big day, but seriously, what the fuck! They stand in front of me, his chest to her back, pressed together. His fingers curled protectively on her bony shoulders holding her to him. They are a little too close to me but with the table directly at my back I can’t step away, the distance is oppressive. I don’t know how, maybe some inherent hospitality training but I actually manage to speak, politely.
“It’s lovely to see you, both?” I can’t help if I sound disingenuous. Daniel doesn’t smile, his face is ever impassive but his eyes are fixed with a familiar heat. Angel is wearing a long velvet evening gown with one shoulder strap. It is simple, elegant and looks like it has been cut to her body perfectly but its black, she looks like she’s at a funeral.
Angel’s voice is saccharin sweet and is not helping my nausea. “I simply love weddings and when I saw Daniel’s invite had a plus one, well, I knew you wouldn’t mind. You have been so generous already.” Her lips smear into a knowing smile.
I flinch at her words and unsuccessfully try again to recoil and gain some space. I hadn’t been generous at all. Daniel chose her. He didn’t want me enough but I definitely didn’t give him away and here she is rubbing it in my face. She stole my fucking life and he broke my heart and I have to welcome them to the party, well fuck that. I stiffen and straighten my back but before I can react, everything slows down and like watching a painfully slow exaggerated frame by frame sequence of a movie my eyes drift to follow the line of her gaze. She reaches into her ruche silk clutch purse and pulls something long, shiny and sharp. Light flashes and the bright sun reflects on the mirrored surface, momentarily blinding me. I scream at the first plunge and incredible splitting, slicing pain. My hands grasp my belly, holding back the flow of pain, catching the pooling blood that drips through my fingers. I know I’m screaming now and my eyes snap toward Daniel but he hasn’t moved. I don’t understand why hasn’t he moved? Why is no-one helping me? It hurts so fucking much. A blinding light makes me squeeze my eyelids tight as my legs give way, my hands leave my belly to protect my eyes from the intensity of the light. My head throbs, my chest feels like it is going to explode, every nerve in my body violently trembles. I just hurt.
“What the Fuck!” The gruff, angry voice startles me awake. My eyes blink as wildly as my heartbeat, adjusting to being open. A loud crash as Ethan drop’s whatever he was holding on the hardwood floor and kneels beside me. I have gathered my knees up to my chin and wrapped my arms around my legs, holding tight and trying to regain my sanity. “You scared the crap out of me Bets. What are you doing here? I thought you left already? Have you been here to whole time?” His quick fired questions are just a blur. I couldn’t answer them if I tried. I just can’t get the nightmare out of my head and I can feel my whole body continue to shake, my skin is slick, dripping with shock. “Ok, Ok, you’re all right now shhh.” Ethan grabs the fur throw from my bed and despite the room temperature probably being in the mid-twenties I am grateful for the instant warmth and can feel my shivers start to subside. Now I just feel awkward and hugely embarrassed, not the least of which because I can now see that Ethan is completely naked.
“Ethan baby, shall I call the police?” A small voice calls from the other side of the bedroom door and I hear Ethan curse under his breath.
“No Sky, it’s fine, just go back to bed I’ll be there in five.” He sighs and although I have regained a normal breathing pattern I still can’t bring myself to look at his face.
“Sorry.” My voice is croaky and it’s then I realise that I must have been screaming blue murder for it to feel so rough.
“No need to be sorry, just a little surprised that’s all . . . well more than a little. Look, do you mind if I go and put some clothes on and then come straight back?” He coughs to hide his embarrassment and I instantly feel a little less embarrassed myself. I nod but keep my eyes averted. I am still tucked up beside the bed wrapped in the throw when he returns with a glass of water. I smile weakly, take the glass and sip. “You Ok?” He voices is soft like maybe he is tending a wounded animal and I chance a look at his face for the first time since I woke. His soft brown eyes are filled with concern and he is trying for a comforting smile but I can see he is struggling. I so didn’t want this to happen. Why can’t I just keep all my crazy shit to myself? I hadn’t meant to fall asleep but after Daniel walked out I just collapsed. I must’ve crawled to the side of the bed and lay on the deep sheepskin rug and fallen into an exhausted coma because looking at the clock on the wall I have been asleep for nearly twelve hours.
