him.
No, he looked crushed.
Shayna pushed her chair back and stood. “I can see how you couldn’t tell us apart—with our breast sizes being so similar.”
Shayna snorted. The stripper’s breasts had been so huge, she and her sister had marveled that the woman could walk. Which only made Vince’s lie all the more lame.
“Plus her long red hair and white skin,” Shayna continued. “So similar to my brown skin and black hair.”
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s—”
“Have the boxes with my stuff delivered here as soon as possible,” Shayna told Vince before she walked away. “Oh—and one more thing.” She pulled the beautiful engagement ring he’d given her off her finger and plopped it onto the glass table in front of him. “Give this to the next woman fool enough to believe you’re Mr. Right.”
Then Shayna walked away, leaving a stunned Vince sitting at her parents’ patio table. “It’s over,” she announced to her and Vince’s parents as she strolled through the living room, not even breaking stride. “I’m going home now.”
No one tried to stop her. They obviously saw her resolve and knew not to test it.
If they’d held out any hope of a reconciliation, they had to know now that that would never happen.
Chapter 3
People stared at Shayna as she got out of the limo in front of her building. Of course they did. They all had to be wondering why a girl with great hair and makeup but dressed in casual clothes was getting out of a Hummer limo—alone. Especially one that had clearly been decked out for a wedding. Shayna had ripped off the “Just Married” sign at the back of the limo, but tissue-paper flowers and streamers still adorned the sides and front.
Shayna didn’t meet any of the curious gazes. She just hustled into her building and up to her apartment. Once there, she turned off her cell phone and yanked the plugs of her two home phones out of the wall. She knew her parents and others would be calling, but she didn’t want to talk to any of them. She stripped off her clothes and took a hot bubble bath, surprised that she no longer felt like crying.
Somehow, she had been truly able to put Vince behind her, and she had him to thank for that. If he’d stuck to apologizing profusely, Shayna might still feel some sadness over the end of their relationship. But that bald-faced lie about thinking he was with her…Vince simply didn’t deserve her tears.
Later that night, after she had repacked her suitcase to include a myriad of books she would now get the chance to read, Shayna called her parents. She got pretty much the same protest from her mother about going to Jamaica alone that she’d gotten from her sister. Her mother didn’t want Shayna alone during this difficult time. She wanted her eldest daughter surrounded by supportive family. Shayna assured her mother that she’d be fine and needed this time to herself.
“You’re sure I can’t change your mind?” Shayna’s mother asked.
“I’ll be fine, Mom. I’ll call every day.”
A beat passed. “Vince says you’re mistaken,” her mother said softly. “That what you saw was him trying to fight off that woman in the car. Granted, he shouldn’t have allowed her in the car in the first place—”
“Funny,” Shayna said, interrupting her mother. “Because he told me that he thought that stripper was me.” Shayna let the words settle over her mother. “He’s lying, Mom. Trying any story that will stick.”
“He says he loves you, dear. With all his heart. He’s so torn up over what’s happened.”
And Shayna’s mother was torn up over the fact that her daughter wouldn’t be marrying a doctor. Her dream had come true when Shayna had started dating Vince, whom she’d met by chance at a coffee shop when she’d been there working on her latest historical romance novel. And Shayna thought her dream of finding her real-life perfect hero had come true, as well.
Clearly, she’d been mistaken.
“You don’t actually think I should forgive him?” Shayna asked her mother.
“No,” Alice Kenyon said softly. “It’s just…such a disappointment.”
“I know it is. But the fact remains that Vince betrayed me. The night before our wedding. Nothing he says will ever explain away what he did. I would have far more respect for him if he could admit what he’d done, take ownership of his very bad behavior.”
“All right, sweetheart. You go on your trip alone if you need to. But be careful. Take care of yourself.”
“Like I told Brianne, I’m going to a five-star resort in Jamaica. I’ll be in good hands, so please don’t worry. I love you, Mom.”
“I love you, too.”
Shayna ended the call with her mother, finished packing the last of her things for her trip and headed to bed in her apartment—all too aware that it was a far cry from the posh honeymoon suite she and Vince had booked for the night.
About five hours later, Shayna was up in the middle of the night and driving to Toronto, where she and Vince were scheduled to fly to Jamaica on a charter plane.
She turned the radio on as she drove, hoping music would block out her thoughts. But within minutes, she was no longer focusing on the lyrics of Kanye West, but the reality that the last thirty hours hadn’t been an awful dream.
Shayna had often taken playful ribbing from her friends about her single status. Especially when she’d hit thirty and still hadn’t found her true love. They had teased her about the fact that she could come up with the best heroes in her novels, yet couldn’t find one in her real life.
“Writing the perfect hero has taught me that the last thing I want to do is settle,” Shayna always explained. It had become her mantra.
Shortly before her thirty-first birthday, she’d met Vince. And her life had changed. He was successful. Charming. Attractive. Finally, the man she’d been waiting for had come into her life.
Was he always a cheater? Shayna wondered. Or did alcohol truly make him lose his mind on Friday night?
A moment after the question popped into her mind, Shayna knew that it didn’t matter. If he’d always been a cheater, then good riddance. If the alcohol had clouded his morality, then good riddance.
Gripping the steering wheel, she drew in a deep, calming breath. But she felt anything but calm. She felt anxious and hurt and relieved all in one.
Which was to be expected. Her mind might know better, but her heart was still reeling from shock.
She hoped that after a week in Jamaica she could return home with her mind, body and spirit refreshed, able to truly consider Vince a part of her past. Because it wasn’t so much Vince she was grieving now as the loss of the dreams she’d had about her future with him.
She’d told herself that she wouldn’t shed another tear over Vince. If he could so easily sleep with one of the strippers from the bachelor party in the backseat
