Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 45

Chapter 43: Apologies Are Made

Sedona’s POV

Molly had fallen completely asleep against my chest, her breathing soft and even, her hand still clutching on tight to the fabric of my hospital gown.

I adjusted my hold on her a bit, making sure she was comfortable, and yet, careful enough not to wake her, feeling the same way I felt when I was carrying Nick, the joy that came with it.

Rachel settled more comfortably in her chair, holding her coffee cup in both hands, and exchanged a look with Enzo that contained the ‘kind of silent communication that happens between people who had been together long enough to develop their own kind of silent language

“So,” Rachel said, her voice soft in deference to the sleeping baby. “I suppose you’re wondering how we ended up here.”

“The thought had crossed my mind,” I admitted, curious about it. It was something that I had never expected, and yet it worked out.

“Last I knew, you were my maid of honor for my wedding and Enzo was my reluctant fiancé, and neither of you had ever shown the slightest interest in each other beyond basic courtesy and rare conversations. I was usually the running man between you both.”

“That’s not entirely accurate,” Enzo said, with the faint smile he’d always had when he was about to say something he’d been thinking about for a while.

“I’d noticed Rachel a lot. I just avoided her and focused on you because I feared that acknowledging it would be some kind of a betrayal. I’d simply convinced myself that noticing her was inappropriate given that I was engaged to her best friend.”

Rachel made a sound that might have been a laugh or a snort as she looked amused at the whole thing.

“He’d noticed me. That’s what he said, about a year after you disappeared, when we were both quite drunk at the Riverside Tavern because it was the anniversary of the wedding that never happened and we’d both decided that drowning our feelings we had towards each other was an acceptable response to the date.”

“We were very drunk,” Enzo confirmed, continuing from where she stopped, picking up the flow of the conversation.

“Embarrassingly so. The bartender cut us off around eleven pm and called Rachel’s mother to collect us, which was humiliating for multiple reasons.”

“My mother,” Rachel said, “took one look at us, sitting in that corner booth being subdued together, and said something that I’ve never forgotten.

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