pulled over.
"Let's talk," he said, pulling her car door open.
"Nothing to talk about. We said what we had to say. Go
home and finish planning your wedding."
She tried to wrench her door out of his grasp, but he
reached through and yanked the keys out of the ignition.
"Give those back!"
"Come with me to the lake," he begged.
"Give me back my keys and I'll follow you," she
said.
"Promise?"
Farrah paused, then nodded slowly.
Austin held the keys out, and she snatched them from him.
An hour later, he sat next to her on the sofa at the lake
house. Her body was tense, and she refused to let him touch her. He didn't
blame her. He loved her but had to let her go.
"I'm going to move on with my life," Farrah said
calmly. "I'm not going to dwell on the decision you made. You picked her.
All I want is for you to be happy." She stood up.
He wanted to wrap her in his arms. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she said. "What's done is done.
We can't turn back the hands of time. We both got caught up and forgot that you
had a fiancée. This was my wakeup call. I shouldn't have let myself have
feelings for you."
Farrah averted her gaze and refused to look him in the eye.
"At the end of the day," she said, "I was
wrong for allowing myself to love. You were my beautiful mistake, and I have to
get over you eventually." Farrah pulled out the ring he had given her and
set it on the table.
"Goodbye, Austin."
She gathered her keys and left.
A part of Austin wanted her to turn back and look at him,
but she didn't. He watched her get into her car and drive away. He knew she was
gone for good this time. It had been a year since he'd cried, but now, as he
looked down to see the promise ring he had given Farrah on the table, he wiped
the tears that streamed down his face.
***
"Have you seen her?" Austin asked. It had been
exactly a week since he'd last seen Farrah at the lake house.
A few days ago, he'd received a check in the mail from the
deposit he gave her for catering the wedding. His dreams were filled with her
laughing and smiling. He missed her so much that sometimes he called her
voicemail just to hear her voice.
"Yeah, she is heartbroken but strong enough to move
on," Shane said. "She put her trust in you only to get her heart
broken."
"Rebecca is pregnant," Austin replied. "What
am I supposed to do? I won't allow my child to grow up with a single
mother."
"I'm not going to tell you how to live your life. If
you're happy, I'm happy," Shane said.
"I have a request. I know she leaves work late, but
her staff leaves early. Could you watch out for her?" he asked.
"You didn't even have to ask." Shane tilted his
hat as he got up.
"Watch her and that's it," Austin said. He didn't
want his cousin to get any wrong ideas about Farrah.
"Why do you care? You're getting married,
remember," Shane said towards the door.
"Goddammit!" Austin said as he got up from his
desk. He followed Shane out the door. "What's your
problem?"
"Farrah loved you and you hurt her. Actually, you
discarded her like a piece of trash," Shane said.
"I'm still trying to make sense of this." Austin
groaned.
"Any man who comes into Farrah's life will be the
luckiest man in the world," Shane said.
Austin couldn't picture another man spoiling and loving
Farrah. He couldn't bear the thought of another man making her smile or giving
her a child. He just couldn't.
***
"She is almost out of the picture," Rebecca
said gleefully.
"It's not totally over yet." Her mother
laughed. "She is still in Dallas. Austin loves her and not you."
"What can I do? She is not going to leave
Dallas!" Rebecca whined.
"Let me handle it; you just work on getting
pregnant," Gwen said as she looked at pictures the private investigator
had given her. When Rebecca walked out of the room, Gwen picked up the phone
and dialed a gossip hotline. "I have a tip. Country singer Austin McBride
cheated on his fiancée with the wedding caterer."
"Do you have pictures?" the person
"Let's talk," he said, pulling her car door open.
"Nothing to talk about. We said what we had to say. Go
home and finish planning your wedding."
She tried to wrench her door out of his grasp, but he
reached through and yanked the keys out of the ignition.
"Give those back!"
"Come with me to the lake," he begged.
"Give me back my keys and I'll follow you," she
said.
"Promise?"
Farrah paused, then nodded slowly.
Austin held the keys out, and she snatched them from him.
An hour later, he sat next to her on the sofa at the lake
house. Her body was tense, and she refused to let him touch her. He didn't
blame her. He loved her but had to let her go.
"I'm going to move on with my life," Farrah said
calmly. "I'm not going to dwell on the decision you made. You picked her.
All I want is for you to be happy." She stood up.
He wanted to wrap her in his arms. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she said. "What's done is done.
We can't turn back the hands of time. We both got caught up and forgot that you
had a fiancée. This was my wakeup call. I shouldn't have let myself have
feelings for you."
Farrah averted her gaze and refused to look him in the eye.
"At the end of the day," she said, "I was
wrong for allowing myself to love. You were my beautiful mistake, and I have to
get over you eventually." Farrah pulled out the ring he had given her and
set it on the table.
"Goodbye, Austin."
She gathered her keys and left.
A part of Austin wanted her to turn back and look at him,
but she didn't. He watched her get into her car and drive away. He knew she was
gone for good this time. It had been a year since he'd cried, but now, as he
looked down to see the promise ring he had given Farrah on the table, he wiped
the tears that streamed down his face.
***
"Have you seen her?" Austin asked. It had been
exactly a week since he'd last seen Farrah at the lake house.
A few days ago, he'd received a check in the mail from the
deposit he gave her for catering the wedding. His dreams were filled with her
laughing and smiling. He missed her so much that sometimes he called her
voicemail just to hear her voice.
"Yeah, she is heartbroken but strong enough to move
on," Shane said. "She put her trust in you only to get her heart
broken."
"Rebecca is pregnant," Austin replied. "What
am I supposed to do? I won't allow my child to grow up with a single
mother."
"I'm not going to tell you how to live your life. If
you're happy, I'm happy," Shane said.
"I have a request. I know she leaves work late, but
her staff leaves early. Could you watch out for her?" he asked.
"You didn't even have to ask." Shane tilted his
hat as he got up.
"Watch her and that's it," Austin said. He didn't
want his cousin to get any wrong ideas about Farrah.
"Why do you care? You're getting married,
remember," Shane said towards the door.
"Goddammit!" Austin said as he got up from his
desk. He followed Shane out the door. "What's your
problem?"
"Farrah loved you and you hurt her. Actually, you
discarded her like a piece of trash," Shane said.
"I'm still trying to make sense of this." Austin
groaned.
"Any man who comes into Farrah's life will be the
luckiest man in the world," Shane said.
Austin couldn't picture another man spoiling and loving
Farrah. He couldn't bear the thought of another man making her smile or giving
her a child. He just couldn't.
***
"She is almost out of the picture," Rebecca
said gleefully.
"It's not totally over yet." Her mother
laughed. "She is still in Dallas. Austin loves her and not you."
"What can I do? She is not going to leave
Dallas!" Rebecca whined.
"Let me handle it; you just work on getting
pregnant," Gwen said as she looked at pictures the private investigator
had given her. When Rebecca walked out of the room, Gwen picked up the phone
and dialed a gossip hotline. "I have a tip. Country singer Austin McBride
cheated on his fiancée with the wedding caterer."
"Do you have pictures?" the person
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