Done With Love (2 page)

“Simple, simple girl.” She shook her head. “Jeremy’s pedigree comes with a price—a girl like you just won’t do.”

As stunned as I was, anger stabbed at me, piercing my skin to awaken my sluggish brain. “Jeremy loves me, Deborah. You need to let it go.”

Her blue eyes narrowed to annoyed slits. “If you two hadn’t flaunted that damn ring around town before I could quash the engagement, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” The disgust dripped from her mauve painted lips.

“Except, here we are,” I said through clenched teeth. There was so much more I wanted to say, but calling my future mother-in-law a stuck up bitch wasn’t a good idea, no matter how true it was or how much I wanted to. “It’s too late.
We’re in a church.
” I gestured my satin gloved hands down at my ivory wedding dress. “This wedding is happening.”

“I agree, just as soon as you sign this contract.” She held up the cream bond paper, neatly tri-folded to fit in her clutch.

I shook my head. “I’ve already signed a prenup—I’m not interested in taking Jeremy’s money, whether you believe that or not.” I clenched my fists together to keep from slapping her. “I’m not signing this
ridiculous
contract agreeing to an annulment. Our marriage isn’t a
business arrangement.
I love Jeremy, and I want to
stay
married to him. You are
insane
.”

“You will sign it,” she insisted, leaning forward with a triumphant smile on her lips, “because Jeremy already has.”

I jerked my head as if she’d slapped me.
No, he wouldn’t.
He’d never do something like this behind my back. Never.

Her smug expression told me otherwise.

“You forced him to sign it.” There was no question behind my words, only profound alarm.

“I didn’t have to force anything, and neither did his father. We merely explained to him the consequences of not signing it. He enjoys his lavish lifestyle.” She set the contract in my lap. “It’s not as simple as the money, Alexis.
You don’t belong in our family.
”

The beautiful grandfather clock across the room
tick, tick, ticked,
shouting there was no time for this. And hadn’t that been Deborah’s plan all along? To spring this unconscionable ultimatum on me so there’d be no time to back out, not with a church full of people who’d come to see a wedding.

“
Get out of my dressing room.
” Fury scorched through me, shooting straight to my hands, clenched on the arms of the chair.

“You will sign this contract. Because if you don’t, we will disinherit Jeremy and freeze all of his assets. None of it’s his, as you know. And he knows it, too. Which is why he signed it.” She flipped to the last page and raised it for my inspection. The blue ink he’d signed his name in jumped off the paper.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.

A flash of movement from behind her caught my eye. Gen had disappeared into the adjoining room to look for a bobby pin just before Deborah knocked on the door. Gen gave me a wide-eyed stare from the doorway, but I kept my attention on Deborah.

She produced a pen from her clutch. “The terms are simple—a couple of weeks of married bliss, and after Gerard wins a seat on the Senate, you and Jeremy will get an annulment and go your separate ways.”

I scowled. “And if Gerard doesn’t win the election?”

“Of course he’ll win. Jeremy’s engagement to you has done wonders for Gerard’s campaign. Everyone loves a big, beautiful wedding. So you’ll put on a smile, go out there and give them a show. It’s very simple. The media’s here to gobble it right up. It’ll be all over the news by tomorrow.”

I couldn’t even comprehend the amount of rage pulsing through my body, couldn’t believe this evil, black hearted woman sat speaking these words. “I would rather walk out of this church right now than sign that contract and let you and your family use me. Get out of my dressing room.”

“If you refuse, you will regret it. Do you understand, Alexis?” Her lips pressed into a hard line, and I leaned back in my chair, away from the frigid cold emanating from her empty, icicle heart. “I’ll ruin your reputation in this city. You’ll lose your clients, you’ll lose your business, and once that’s gone, I’ll ruin your father’s little…tool shop. Do you really want to be the reason he has to file bankruptcy? Maybe even lose his home and all because you were selfish?”

Blackmail.
She was crazy, but I believed she meant every word. I pictured Jeremy on his knee in our favorite restaurant, his vow to love me forever if I honored him by accepting his proposal. His blue eyes glistening with tears as he claimed he would never hurt me, how the thought of growing old with me made him the happiest man in the world.
Lies.

In that moment, the love I’d thought Jeremy felt for me
whooshed
away to nothing, and I was empty. There was no point in fighting—Jeremy had already given us up.

She pressed the pen into my hand and smiled. All I could see were her black, soulless eyes.
The evil queen.
The pen shook in my gelatin-weak grip, but I signed below Jeremy’s signature. I blinked, and a tear fell from my eye.

I thrust the contract and pen to her chest. “There.”

“You really shouldn’t cry on your wedding day,” Deborah cooed, and I fought the urge to snatch back the pen so I could stab her in the eye with it. She stood, tucking the contract into her clutch. As she pressed the clasp together, she said, “As the contract states, you’ll be rewarded for your trouble.” She bared her teeth in a smile. “We’re grateful for the part you and the wedding have played in Gerard’s campaign. People just love a big happy family event like this.” She sing-songed the words. “I don’t understand this generation’s obsession with fairytales. It’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t want anything from you.” I rose to my feet and strode to the door to fling it open wide. The hallway was empty—everyone was seated in the cathedral except for the bride’s wedding party, who waited for me so they could walk down the aisle and lead me to my fiancé already standing at the altar.

“Don’t be stupid,” Deborah said. “We’re not unreasonable people. The amount of money we’re paying you will keep your little bridal boutique in business for many, many years. You could open three boutiques, if you wish.”

“Get. Out.”

She shrugged and swept across the threshold. She turned, her lips parted as if she meant to say something more, but I slammed the door in her face. Dragging in a deep breath, I turned and leaned with my back against the door, my eyes closed. I willed my heartbeat to slow, smoothing the skirt of my dress as if it might calm me.

So much for my dream wedding.
The thought made me snicker at the absurdity of it all. She was right about one thing—fairytales, how ridiculous.

“What in the hell was that?” Gen snapped. When I opened my eyes, she stood before me, her hands clasped in tight fists at her side. “You
signed
it!”

There was nothing to say. I had no energy left. This morning I’d awoken excited, the picture of a blushing bride. Now all I wanted to do was go back to my apartment and sleep.

Maybe…
I pinched myself then winced. No. This wasn’t a pre-wedding-jitters nightmare. This was real.

“It doesn’t matter,” I replied. “I had to sign it.”

“Like hell you did.” She took my bare shoulders in her hands and gave me a small shake.

I shook from her grasp and went to the table to pick up my bouquet. The thing had cost a fortune, the flowers fresh, some of them driven in on a van and placed in an ice water bath so they wouldn’t bloom until today. The Buchanan’s estate was filled with the same flowers for the reception—no expense had been spared. The photographs would look like something out of a bridal magazine.
And it’s all just a campaign gimmick.

I wondered how long Jeremy had known about this. When had he signed the contract, agreeing to leave me after his dad won the election? How long had he been lying to me? He’d said nothing at the rehearsal dinner, acted as if everything was fine. As if he loved me.
Liar.

The music changed. The beautiful melody drifted in to us through the crack under the door like a countdown, mocking me.

That’s when the shaking that had seized my hands ebbed out to the rest of my body, and the world shifted under my beautiful Gucci heels. I shook so hard, I worried my bones would break. Or maybe that was me—
broken
. Gen wrapped her arms around me. I fought to catch my breath with my face smashed against her bare shoulder.

But I didn’t cry.
I can’t ruin my makeup
. I blinked back the tears, but they spilled anyway.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Gen rubbed the bare skin of my back just above the laces.

“I can’t.” I shook my head. “You heard what she said—she’ll ruin dad’s business.” I sucked in a panicked breath. “It’s too late.”

“Jeremy is a
rat
,” Gen seethed.

“I can’t believe he did this to us.” The betrayal stormed through me and centered in my chest where my heart thrummed with bewilderment. I fanned my neck with my hands and sucked in a breath, the corset under the heavy bodice unbearable. “This thing is so
tight
.”

“We’re going to slip out the back. Right. Now.” Gen yanked the door open. “She’s sick. Jeremy’s sick. That whole
family
is sick.”

“I can’t just leave.
All those people.
They’re here for my wedding. And the media…We hired a string quartet.” I sounded hysterical, because I was.

Gen gave my shoulders a gentle shake. “Lexie, you can’t wig out right now.”

“I forgot to eat something today,” I muttered as I stepped over the threshold into the hall. “I should have eaten.”

“Lexie,” Gen pleaded.

“It really will be the prettiest wedding,” I rambled as my shaky legs carried me down the hall. Glancing over at Gen, I smiled. Her face was pale under the bright hall lights. “Did you see the cathedral? All those ribbons and flowers.”

Earlier when I’d gone to peek at what the decorators had done, all the stress of the last few months lifted away on the scent of gardenias and honeysuckle. My engagement had been a rollercoaster, but I’d finally made it to my wedding day. I’d thought it was something to celebrate. How wrong I’d been.

My head was so fuzzy with disappointment and confusion, I couldn’t think straight.

“Lexie, we need to talk about this,” Gen begged.

She waved her bouquet at me. The stem of hers and the other bridesmaids’ bouquets were wrapped with both plum and ivory ribbon. Even my wedding colors had been determined based upon the Buchanans changing what Jeremy and I had planned as a spring wedding next year to a fall wedding this year. Purple was my favorite color, and I’d chosen a beautiful, shimmering lilac for the spring. As an October wedding, the accent color was plum—dark, like the fog Jeremy’s family had thrown over what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life.

“There’s no time.” Choking back a sob, I kept walking. “The bridesmaids are waiting. Dad’s waiting.”

I had always wanted the kind of love my parents had for each other, to go home every day to laughter and warmth. To know even when times were tough, even though life knocked you down, you would have each other, no matter what. Growing up, money was tight, and our home crowded and loud with us three girls, but we’d been happy. My parents were happy. I’d always imagined having a relationship like theirs one day, with a man as devoted to me as I was to him.

I’d wanted all of it with Jeremy, who loved me so little he’d given me up without a fight. My heart hurt so much, I couldn’t stifle the soft moan that slipped past my lips; it was lost in the whispers of my bridesmaids as they shuffled into order. Gen sent me one last troubled glance before wrapping both hands around her bouquet and stepping into the cathedral.

“You look beautiful, Lex,” Roxanna said, wiping a tear from her eye. I held back a sob——Roxanna never cried. We’d met back in grade school when she ran Gen and me off the sidewalk with her pink scooter. She’d been our best friend ever since. She exhaled with a smile and kissed me on the cheek. “Next time we talk you’ll be Mrs. Buchanan.”

Then she swept over the threshold and into the cathedral, behind Catherine, my older sister. The last bridesmaid, Jeremy’s cousin whom I barely knew, followed behind. Pachabel’s Cannon filled the church, and the guests rose with a
whoosh
. I froze. My legs wouldn’t move, even when my dad gave my arm a gentle squeeze to ease me toward the door where the guests waited for a glimpse of the bride.

“Sweetie? You okay?” My dad was so handsome, all six foot four of him tucked into a pressed black tux, his dark brown hair trimmed close to his head, parted to the side and combed down, just as he’d always worn it. There was a touch of grey at the temples.

I didn’t trust my voice, so I nodded in answer. The wrinkles around his brown eyes deepened with his frown. I took a step forward, and he followed suit.

Every eye in the cathedral was on us, and I struggled to suck in short, ragged breaths.
Why is this corset so tight?!
I was lightheaded, deprived of oxygen. I squeezed the bouquet and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other.

Maybe I would faint. I prayed for it, willed myself to pass out. I concentrated so hard on giving in to the fuzziness clouding my brain that my knees grew weak.
It’s too soon!
I need time to think!