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What does he mean he can’t marry me? This had to be some kind of joke. My shoulders slumped forward and my knuckles holding the phone turned white. “That’s it? That’s all? What does this mean? What am I supposed to tell everyone out there?” There were nearly two hundred people waiting in the sanctuary.
Shaina lowered her head, unable to meet my eyes and bit her lip again.
My eyes narrowed to slits as I crossed the room and grabbed Shaina’s arm, eliciting a yelp of either surprise or pain. I didn’t know which, and at that moment, I didn’t care. “What aren’t you telling me?” Her eyes narrowed to slits. “There’s someone else, isn’t there? Who is it? If you know Shaina, you have to tell me.”
When Shaina lifted her head, tears glistened in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Callie.”
I dropped my arm and stared at Shaina. My mouth hung open like a barn door as I tried to understand what she was saying. She’s sorry? What does she have to be sorry for? It’s not like her fiancé left her. It’s not like—Anger flared up in me as the realization set in. The world flashed red, and my nostrils flared. A vice grip squeezed my heart as the loathing flooded my body. I’ll kill her. I’ll strangle her with my bare hands. My hands curled into fists and my lip quivered even as my words came out more like a snarl than a statement. “You? How could you?”
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