Love Triangle 1: Three Sides to the Story by Brenda Barrett

Author:Brenda Barrett [Barrett, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Single Authors, Christian, United States, African American, Literature & Fiction, Short Stories, Short Stories & Anthologies
Amazon: B0062WFEO2
Publisher: Jamaica Treasures
Published: 2013-12-12T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

George

The sun was setting on the horizon in Negril, its pink and yellow hues blending into the faded blue of the sea. I held up my glass and toasted the bride along with all the participants of the wedding being held at The Inn. The rustic exterior was no indication of the plush interior and the lovely view.

I looked over at Marie who was smiling vaguely at her Aunt Sylvie’s joke. What were they laughing about? I realised that these days I was excluded from Marie’s thoughts.

The only emotion that was presented to me was a faint dislike and the smallest thing I did was cause for hostility. She refused to have anything to do with me and was biding her time until the summer holidays so she could go to America for two months with the children

She refused to talk about Karen or Karen’s child—the very mention of the name Karen would send her into a depression that would last for days. It’s been three weeks since she heard that Karen was pregnant and she’s been living in denial ever since.

They were invited to her cousin’s wedding months before and they could not refuse to attend at this time so they were there as a couple, the first time they were going out together since The Problem.

He was beginning to think of their life together as before The Problem and after The Problem. Her family was speculating about them staying together for much longer, his children were picking up on the tension in the air and were gradually becoming withdrawn.

They were not fooling anybody by showing up at Tricia’s wedding today.

Marie laughed at something that her sister Laura said and her whole face lit up. She looked animated as she used to be before the whole problem with Karen. She looked so beautiful and carefree that my heart ached in my chest. A gentle wind blew and tossed strands of her hair across her face. I wanted to smooth them back into the chignon that she sported for the occasion.

Laura held on to Maries hand, her little body pressing into her as she spoke animatedly to Timothy. In that moment George felt an acute loss over what he had given up when he went into the arms of another woman.

“George old boy.” He almost choked on his wine. Marie’s father, Peter, slapped him on his back. His grin was a mile wide but did not reach his eyes.

“Hi, Peter I…I…”

“Cat got your tongue, George.” Peter was still smiling that polite smile that looked as if it was painted on.

“I have not spoken to you since the… I did not know what to call it… the upset in the relationship between Marie and me.”

“I miss you, George,” Peter said, suddenly looking sad. “I have no one to argue the finest points of cricket with, and it’s the season.”

I realised Peter’s tactic. He was a father of three girls; he was good at using the art of distraction. He was

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