Chapter 154
Chapter 154:
Yvaine smirked behind him and winked at me.
“I’ve been played, Mira. I married the wrong Vance. No, she’s not… she’s not even a Vance! She’s…” Rhys reached for my hand. “I married the wrong woman, Mira p>
I yanked my hand back and gave his shoulder a sharp smack. “Keep your hands to yourself. And tell your story to someone else. I’m not your therapist p>
“But you’ve got to listen!” he whined. “You need to know—Cathy, she’s not your sister. She’s… I don’t even know who the hell her real parents are. That Jace guy? He’s a loser. A deadbeat. A gambler. And now he’s my brother-in-law. He got arrested. I had to bail him out. And now he’s moved himself into my house. Sitting on my couch. Eating my food. Watching my TV. I can’t… I just… How could Cathy do this to me p>
“So, what, if Catherine’s not a Vance, suddenly you don’t love her anymore?” I sneered.
As much as I hated Catherine, I felt a tiny stab of pity for her if this was the kind of man she married.
Rhys just stared at me, slack-jawed. He didn’t seem to know what to feel.
And to be honest, neither did I.
But I wasn’t about to sit here and coddle him.
“Let’s go.” I stood.
“You can’t leave p>
Rhys shook his head so violently that he almost toppled off the barstool. His bloodshot eyes were locked on my hand as he reached for it again.
“Stop it!” I snapped, yanking it back. “Don’t touch me p>
He looked so damn pathetic.
He opened his mouth—likely to apologize—but all that slurred out was, “You’ve got to li—ss p>
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I shoved him, not hard, but he still went down like a sack of wet laundry, collapsing sideways off the stool and hitting the floor with a thud.
“For God’s sake,” I muttered.
He made no effort to get up. He just sat there, back against the bar, legs splayed, head drooping onto his chest.
Yvaine poked him with the tip of her high heel. “He’s not dead, is he p>
“Still breathing… I think.” I leaned down for a closer look and almost toppled over myself.
The room swayed. Suddenly, there were two Rhyses swimming in my vision.
“Whoa, Mira.” Yvaine caught me, steadying me with an arm. “Told you that drink would hit hard. Should’ve taken it slower. Come on, sit down p>
She led me to a sofa and gently sat me down.