Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1 novel Chapter 44

Hank looked awful. When he walked through the door, Bree felt horrible for being the one to make him look that way. Technically, it was his own fault. He was the one who’d slept with his best friend’s woman. But Bree was the one who’d told Trent about it.

It had taken her several minutes to convince him to come to the rehearsal. He’d said he couldn’t face Trent, not at the moment. But Bree had finally talked him into it, reminding him, if she could do it, so could he.

She saw the exchange between the two of them, the small wave and the relaxation in Hank’s shoulders as he realized Trent wasn’t about to murder him in front of everyone. She walked over to Hank and gave him a hug. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly into his ear. “I thought it was best for all of us.”

“I’m not mad at you,” he said. “I’m mad at myself. I never should’ve let this happen.”

“What’s done is done. All we can do now is try to fix it the best we can.” She managed a smile, even though she could feel tears creeping into her eyes again.

He nodded but then quietly asked, “It wasn’t enough?”

Bree had to turn away. “Apparently not.”

Hank let out a hot breath and then headed toward the front of the church to meet Trent, Monica, and the pastor. Bree wouldn’t have anything to do for a while, so she sat in a pew and studied the group. Monica had to feel awkward, didn’t she? Standing there with her husband to be and the best man, knowing that she’d been with both of them recently--and that they knew it, too. As far as that was concerned, Monica didn’t even know who was aware of her infidelity and who wasn’t.

It didn’t seem to have fazed her, though. When the pastor called for the rest of the wedding party to come forward so they could start the rehearsal, Monica was smiling and joking around with her friends as usual. At least she wasn’t glaring at Bree for the moment.

Trent looked uneasy, but not like someone who was about to say something to stop what was happening. Bree tried not to look at him at all. It made her angry to think he thought so little of himself that he was willing to put up with her behavior. Didn’t he know there were women out there who would cherish a guy like him? Hell, there were women in here! But if he didn’t want Bree, the least he could do was tell Monica off and start all over again. No one deserved to be treated the way she’d treated him.

“All right… now is the time for the musician.” The pastor looked around the room, and Bree stood up and walked forward, avoiding everyone else’s eyes, save the older gentleman.

“That’s me,” she said.

“Very good. We’ll have you sit on the end of the second row. Are you a guest of the bride or the groom?”

“Mine,” Monica said quickly. “I hired her to sing.”