Fallen Jester (Tin Gypsy Book 5) by Devney Perry

Author:Devney Perry [Perry, Devney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Devney Perry LLC
Published: 2021-05-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Cassandra

I’m sorry.

“Sorry.” I huffed and shoved a sweater onto a hanger. “He’s sorry.”

I’d gone through the entire gauntlet of ugly emotions in the past day. Shock. Embarrassment. Heartache. But after Leo’s text, I’d landed firmly on anger. There was no sign of that storm blowing over.

“He doesn’t get to be sorry.” I hung up the sweater and went for another.

Yesterday, after I’d gotten to my parents’ house, I hadn’t had the energy to unpack my bags. Still in the embarrassment-slash-heartache phase, I’d curled up on the couch and cried for a solid hour. Then Leo had shown up and because Dad had left the door open when he’d gone out and threatened Leo’s life—when would the humiliation end?—I’d heard their entire conversation. Leo sure brought out a violent streak in my father.

But death threats aside, everyone in Clifton Forge knew Dale Cline was harmless. Leo could have easily fought his way inside. Dad would have let him pass and deliver that apology in person. Instead, he’d left and I’d received that cop-out of a text an hour later.

I’m sorry.

Did that apology encompass all of his screwups? Was he sorry for going to the bar instead of staying home and helping with the nursery? Or was he sorry that he’d kissed another woman and spent the night with her? It had to be the former because he didn’t know I’d seen him with that brunette.

Was this how it had been for months? Had I believed him, blindly, when he’d said I was his only one simply because I’d wanted so badly for it to be true?

I am a stupid woman.

My chin quivered and my eyes flooded. I tightened my hold on the fury before the embarrassment and heartache returned for a second unwelcome visit.

I’d fallen.

I’d fallen for Leo.

I’d fallen for his lies.

This was The Betsy’s fault. Aiming my anger at the bar helped me get the tears under control as I reached for another shirt from my suitcase resting on the bed.

After Leo had left on Saturday, I’d started unpacking the gifts from the baby shower. Even then, I hadn’t been angry at him. Disappointed, yes. But not angry. Yet another in the long, long line of second, third, fourth, twentieth chances I’d given Leo.

I’d unpacked gifts, the entire time making mental excuses for him.

Leo didn’t hesitate to touch my belly anymore. That was something, right? Granted it was always during sex, but still. A touch meant something, didn’t it?

He’d come to every one of my checkups and every time he heard the drum of the baby’s heartbeat, his eyes softened. When I’d hung an ultrasound photo on the fridge, he hadn’t asked me to take it down.

Progress. Baby steps.

So what if he wasn’t quite ready to decorate a nursery? A baby’s room, in his home, was a concept I’d give him time to accept because it meant she was no longer growing inside of me.

Soon, she’d be her own person with her own belongings who’d depend on us for everything.

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