The Only Choice (The Choices Trilogy #3) Read Online Free Page A

really over?” Her direct approach is expected but shocking all the same like a sucker punch to my chest and I can’t help my involuntary grasp to my heart at the sudden unbearable pain. I manage to nod but her gaze is unrelenting and I know she needs more. “What about the contract? I thought the rolling thing meant you always had six months to sort this shit out?”
    “Well I guess I didn’t read the fine print because he sure as shit invoked the six month break clause. Besides what am I realistically going to do . . . sue him?” I drop my head in my hands with the futility of such a thing. “I think I made a terrible mistake pushing like that. He asked me to trust him and I couldn’t.” I squeeze my eyes and fight with everything to hold myself together but everything feels wrong when he is not in my life, everything is ugly and painful. “What if he really needs this to ease his pain and I couldn’t support him? What if she really needs his help to save her marriage? I can’t imagine wanting something so bad, well I can, and just maybe you would do anything, absolutely anything . . . Even ask an ex for his . . .” I clasp my hands to my mouth to physically try and hold the sobs quiet but my shoulders judder as my body loses its battle to contain my sorrow.
    “Sweetheart, don’t, please don’t cry Bets and I’m sorry to say this but would you just listen to yourself for a moment and then shut the fuck up.” Her words are so softly spoken, kind and gentle but my head snaps up because they are harsh and hateful. “No sweetheart, I don’t mean shut up I don’t want to listen to your pain because I can see you’re truly broken Bets. I can and it kills me. What I mean is you can’t go on believing that kind of bullshit. There are at most two things happening here and both are the result of a jealous ex. One she is in love with him, anyone could see that at New Year and that she sick enough to try something like this speaks volumes for her mental state and desperation. You’re probably right about the fertility thing and her original pregnancy from what you learned from Mr Wilson. But without proof you will just come across as mean and insensitive and that just isn’t you Bets. You don’t have a mean bone in your body.” She takes my hand, threads her fingers and grips really tight and then lets go to hand me a much needed tissue.
    “I sort of do for her.” I sniff.
    “Well it’s justified, believe me. The second thing is she’s fucking with Daniel’s guilt and he, for whatever reason, is happy to play along. He clearly has some serious issues with his Father and Sister’s death which is understandable and then to have his own baby’s death heaped on top of that. You can’t blame him for trying to get some peace, however tenuously it is proffered.” She again cups my hands that are now clasped tightly in my lap, wringing the tissue to shreds.
    “And I just abandoned him and sent him back to her. I should’ve trusted him more.” I shake my head.
    “Fuck no! Look, I think what he was asking is above and beyond what any normal girlfriend would deem acceptable interaction with an ex but if you love him there is obviously a middle ground. Its up to you to set what that is but I don’t see that you should be handing him over on a silver platter either.” She straightens her back and tilts her head goading me, trying to fire my spark but although I felt it heat for a moment it fizzled out just as quickly.
    “I might be wrong about her you know. She may just need some help from an old friend.” I have to consider the possibility that my view of the world is somewhat tainted. The result is I do, in fact, see psycho bitches when I hear clipping heels. They could just as easily be a simple pair of really nice Jimmy Choos.
    “Well you think that if it helps you sleep.” She pats her hand on my knee and tightens her lip. “So has he called, text or been banging on your door like he