Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 64

Chapter 3

I spent three more days in the hospital.

Brett didn’t call once or send a single text.

But Tessa was busy posting nonstop.

One post showed Brett giving her a piggyback ride through the park.

Caption: “Legs are sore. So lucky to have my Brett to carry me.”

Another showed her at our apartment wearing my matching pajamas while gaming.

“Brett’s wife isn’t home, so he begged me to come keep him company. What can I do?”

I screenshotted every single post and saved them as evidence.

The day I got discharged, I came home-only to find that the keypad lock wouldn’t open.

I rang the doorbell.

After a long wait, I heard the shuffle of slippers approaching.

The door opened.

Tessa stood there in my silk nightgown, hair messy, with a bright red hickey on her neck.

When she saw it was me, she hesitated for a second, then leaned against the doorframe with no intention of moving aside.

“Oh, you’re back? Why didn’t you give us a heads up? I would’ve had Brett come pick you up.”

She yawned, eyes full of challenge.

I looked past her into the apartment.

What used to be a clean living room now looked like a dump.

Takeout containers covered the coffee table. Beer cans scattered across the floor.

And then… the baby’s crib.

That crib was now piled high with Tessa’s bags, jackets, and makeup.

There were even dirty socks just thrown on top of it.

The comfort bear I’d carefully chosen was on the floor, covered in dust and grease stains.

Rage exploded through me.

“Who gave you permission to touch that crib?!”

I shoved Tessa aside and stormed into the living room.

She stumbled backward and shrieked. “What’s your problem, Sloane?! Why are you pushing me?”

“It’s just a crib. It was sitting empty anyway. Perfect place to put stuff.”

“Besides, your baby hasn’t even been born yet. Why’s it taking up space already?”

Right then, Brett walked out rubbing his eyes, wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

When he saw me,

he frowned.

“Why are you yelling this early? Sloane, you come home and immediately start drama?”

I pointed at the ruined crib with a shaking voice.

“Brett, I prepared that for our baby! You let her throw dirty socks in it? You monster!”

Brett scratched his head impatiently and stepped in front of Tessa to protect her.

“Come on, it’s not a big deal.”

“Tessa didn’t have anywhere to put her stuff. What’s wrong with borrowing it?”

“We’re all family here. Why are you being so petty about what’s yours and what’s mine?”

“And…” He paused, then continued with complete confidence.

“Tessa’s been staying here to take care of me. With you gone, I couldn’t even get a meal or clean clothes.”

“She took time off work to come help me out. Instead of being grateful, you’re throwing a fit.”

Help him out?

Looking at the garbage everywhere, I had to admire his ability to lie with a straight face.

“She’s been staying here? Where’s she sleeping?”

Brett avoided my gaze.

“The guest room, obviously! What are you thinking?”

I laughed bitterly and pointed at the hickey on Tessa’s neck. “Then what’s that? Mosquito bite?”

Tessa instinctively covered her neck, face flushing red, but she kept up the act.

“It IS a mosquito bite! Can you stop being so dirty-minded? It’s an allergic reaction!”

Brett turned defensive and angry, like I’d embarrassed him.

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