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Bonus Chapter

Four months later…

I hate weddings.
I think when I die and go to hell the entire thing will be decorated like a wedding reception and I’ll be stuck there for eternity.
Having to pretend I like people and act like I’m enjoying myself.
With no one to blame but myself and my poor life choices. I look around my closet.
Well, that’s not true.
I can blame my sisters…
And Simon. Mostly Simon in fact.
And also his brothers. They’re a terrible influence.
And while I’m at it, Lexi. She’s not always the nicest person either.
I guess in reality I can blame circumstances, too. And Fate.
So when I think about it, I never really stood a chance at being a good person. Being connected to all of them doomed my soul right from the get go.
What was I talking about? I stand in front of the long mirror hanging in my closet as I stare at myself.
Oh, right, weddings.
The only thing I hate more than going to a wedding is attending one where I know no one.
Okay, fine, that’s not entirely true.
I know my sisters and their halfwit husbands, and Mea and Josh…
And Simon.
Which means I only have them to converse with. And that’s like scraping the bottom of the barrel for conversation. Well, Mea at least brings something interesting to the table.
I wish Lexi were going.
“What do you think Lexi’s going to do while I’m gone?” I find myself missing my life with her.
It’s not often that I miss living in my old apartment, but I have to wonder if she’s bored without me there. If living alone bothers her the way I think it does.
She’s never lived alone.
Poor girl, just sitting there watching TV alone, eating alone.
I should help her find a roommate when I come back.
“I’m sure Lexi will be fine,” Simon laughs.
I’m sure she’ll be fine. I mimic his voice in my head.
I know she’ll be fine. She’s a grown ass woman.
Stupid men and their stupid comments.
Who even asked him?
Maybe this is all my introduction to hell… I start to consider the similarities between both.
It’ll be hot and filled with matrimonial bliss bullshit. And people I don’t know…
Then I have to pretend to like the people I do know.
Not to mention there’s the inability to drink my way through it.
Wait, this isn’t hell.
It’s karma. Life’s equivalent of hell.
I wrinkle my nose at myself in the mirror, my lips pout.
Blech, weddings.
I have nothing to wear.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go…I have nothing to wear you know.” I try my luck at this battle again.
“Says the woman whose sisters make all her dresses.” His voice pokes at my nerves.
My inner rage starts to boil up as I mentally attempt to push it down.
“Okay, then.” I grit my teeth together. “I have nothing that fits.” I turn, crossing my arms over my chest.
His shoe catches nothing on the floor as he jerks forward. He glances nervously around, unsure how to reply to me.
“We could just have them…let it out.” He fumbles with what looks like my nightgown.
That doesn’t fit anymore.
“How about I let you out?” I huff before taking a deep breath.
“So where is it we’re going again? The equator?” I smirk at my joke as I scan the room for a place to sit.
Wait a minute…are we moving? I look around at all the open suitcases.
Where did all of these come from?
“It doesn’t get that hot.” His hand raises to his face as he considers something.
Normally I love watching his brain kick on. It’s like watching a light bulb slowly flicker to life.
But right now I’m more concerned with the amount of suitcases filling our bedroom.
“Maybe I’ll pack something lighter for you to sleep in,” he mumbles.
Yeah, you do that.
“Simon where did we get all this luggage?” I ask confused.
“Well, that set is from my mother.” He points to a tan Louis Vuitton set. “It was a wedding gift for you, and it came with a note that said in case you need to run. And that set.” He points to a black leather set. “Was from your sisters…oddly enough that card said the same thing.” He ponders for a moment before continuing.
“Amateur’s,” I mumble shaking my head. “Why buy someone an entire set of luggage when you should just buy them a go bag like Lexi did.” Releasing a heavy sigh, I raise my hands to my temples to rub the tension out.
Seriously, these people are smarter than this.
“Wait, Lexi bought you a go bag? As a wedding gift?” His voice raises.
Well, she is my best friend…so she would know what to get me.
“What the hell. Why are they all against me!” He shouts tossing the nightgown into a suitcase.
Ask, and you shall receive.
“Want me to list the reasons by dates or alphabetically?” I tease.
Honestly though with that go bag, I can be out of here in five minutes. This guy has to pack everything he owns.
He would perish in a zombie apocalypse.
And now I sound like Lexi!
Speaking of my best friend…
Turning around, I grab my phone from the table next to me to shoot Lexi a quick message and see what her plans are for the week.
A freaking week.
Who takes an entire week to get married?
Southerners! That’s who.
The ping of my phone steals my attention only to piss me off.
“I’ll be fine! And, no, I’m not faking an accident so you can’t go. And, no, I’m not calling you if I have a real one, so you’ll come home either.” Lexi texts back.
What an awful friend I have! And to think I was worried about her being lonely without me.
Shutting off the phone, I toss it back on the table and exhale.
There’s still time. Maybe I can get out of this. I check my watch.
Only a few hours till we have to leave. I can do this.
Watching Simon in the mirror I think over my strategy.
“So.” I drag the word out. “This is probably going to be an outside thing.” I click my tongue.
“Probably.” He moves around the room.
“Because nothing says romance like swatting at bees and bugs while being dressed up and sitting in the blazing sun melting during a ceremony,” I mumble.
“Didn’t we get married outside?” he questions me.
Yes! And it was magical!
“You know I’m starting to question whose side you’re even on.” I shoot a glare at him.
“Yours, Pet. Always yours.” He grins.
Damn right.
“I’m just saying, it won’t be that bad.” He moves towards his closet.
“A root canal isn’t that bad,” I yell back. “Having dinner with your…” I hesitate, giving my reflection an unconvinced look.
Mother is a bit of a stretch.
“What was that?” He laughs as he comes out with his suit bag.
God forbid we forget something.
“Nothing.” I smile, brushing it off.
“So how long are southern weddings?” I decide to just pull over a bench that’s near me since everywhere else is taken.
“I guess the same as a northern one?” His voice sounds unsure, as I plop down to watch him.
That doesn’t help.
“I just mean if the wedding is a week-long affair then they’re not in any hurry to say I do and screw each other’s brains out…” I pause losing my train of thought.
Speaking of getting screwed.
I knew marriage would totally screw me.
Get married, everyone said. It’ll be such an adventure, they said.
“Where are you going with this?” He asks, confusion etched over his features.
Beats the hell out of me.
“Honestly…” I exhale. “I forgot.” Stupid brain!
I’m only four months into both my marriage and my pregnancy, and this is what I have to deal with.
I look down at myself.
It’s our wedding night, let’s have sex my stupid hormones said. I mentally mumble as I poke my expanding stomach.
Stupid hormones always dictating what we do.
“The wedding isn’t a week long. We just have a week filled with stuff we have to do.” He explains.
“Really?” I gasp in delight. “Please further explain simple things to me so I can share in your superior male knowledge,” I say in an upbeat voice.
“Touché,” he deadpans, and my fake smile drops.
I didn’t think we were just going down there to hang out for a week. Although, I can’t honestly see what else I’m going to do there since I don’t know anyone and I’m the only one in our group not in the wedding.
Not that I mind.
“Any other excuses you want to try to use before we leave?” He laughs, flipping closed one of the hundred suitcases in the room.
I shift my focus to his stupid charming face.
“Isn’t there a rule against pregnant women flying?” I inhale an uncomfortable breath.
Oh yeah, I’m busting out the big guns.
“During their last month,” Simon replies.
“Well, don’t you have an answer for everything?” I roll my eyes and try to get comfortable.
“Well, isn’t there a thing about not having to attend a wedding for a year after you get married?” This is pointless. I should just give into the knowledge that my body is no longer mine. I twist around to look at myself in the mirror again.
My mouth opens and closes as I make faces.
I look like death is circling over my head.
Raising my brows, I try to bring blood and life back to my skin.
It’s pointless.
“I believe that’s for guests. They have up to a year to get you a gift…” I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“You know what your gift to me could be?” I sing out.
Letting me stay home.
“You already have my gift to you.” His reflection glances over at me.
He better not say him.
“Me,” he laughs until he catches my humorless expression. “And…” his eyes shift downward.
He’s kidding right now, right?
“Oh…” I laugh loudly. “You think this is a gift?” I continue to laugh as he watches me.
“Well, I…” He switches his weight between his feet.
“Yes, thank you for giving me the gift of vomiting from the smell of peanut butter.” I twist back around and cross my arms. “Do you know what I can no longer eat because of your…gift.” I snap.
“I…” he stutters.
“And the fact that my clothes no longer fit,” I add as I stand. “Thanks for that. You can forget that thin little nightgown you put in there unless you’re planning on giving it to another woman.” I point to the suitcase he just closed.
His hand slowly reaches out to unzip it.
“Gift, indeed,” I scoff.
“Perhaps gift was the wrong word,” he manages to get out.
“Yes, perhaps it was.” I agree as I stare into his eyes until he takes a step back.
“You just look so beautiful.” His hand slips into the suitcase and then back out with the nightgown.
My eyebrow furrow together at his compliment.
Please don’t compliment me and think my female brain will be so delighted by nice words that I’ll forget you’re a jackass. I mentally scold him.
“I have an idea.” He shoves the nightgown into his back pocket and closes the suitcase.
Now I’m worried.
“Would you like me to get you something to eat?” The corner of his mouth curves up.
Is he fucking with me right now? Is that his game?
“Food?” My eyes widen. “You think I’m hungry?” I arch a brow at him.
I mean I am getting a little hungry…but how dare he think my emotions can be manipulated by dangling a meal in front of my eyes like I’m some sort of wild animal.
“You just seem…” he pauses.
Please finish that so when the police show up and ask me what happened, I can explain how you made stupid comment, after stupid comment, until I killed you.
“Fine.” He finishes his thought. “You seem fine. I was just getting hungry and thought you might be, too.” He slowly steps back to put the nightgown away.
Oh. I inwardly cringe at how mean I was just being.
Damn you, hormones! Why are you always such a bitch?
“Well,” I exhale trying to keep the guilt from my voice. “I could eat if that’s something you’re interested in doing.” I shrug. “I mean I may be getting a little edgy from lack of food. And maybe I was a little high-strung.”
He gives a small laugh before speaking. “You? High–strung?”
Yup, this is how you die.
“I mean, you could never…” He tries again. “Maybe I’ll just call for some take out.” He reaches into his pocket to get his phone.
Good idea.
“I’m going to grab something to snack on before I think of another way to kill you.” I shake my head as I walk out of the room into the hallway.
“You wouldn’t kill me!” he shouts from behind me. “You love me too much, and you can’t lift my dead body.”
“Don’t bet on that…” I shout back. “We’re going to a small town in Louisiana…you don’t think they have alligators just waiting for an easy snack?”
“I really love you, Pet.” His voice is filled with humor.
“I’m really going to poison you one day, jackass,” I mumble back as I walk down the steps to the kitchen.

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When I chose to leave home I knew what I was giving up. I knew I was walking away from life as I knew it and the plans that we had made.
We…us…him and I…
It’s funny to think of him in a different light…or life.
That’s what it feels like, a lifetime ago.
But I’m a different person now. I have rules and goals. And if it wasn’t for my parents’ vow renewal I would have successfully evaded him for the rest of my life. This is not by choice, I can tell you that.
I just need to focus and remember the key to this weekend is avoidance…and alcohol. But if anyone can pull that off it’s me, Sidney Chandler, queen of avoiding anything that will make me feel.
It’s just one weekend, right?
One very long weekend with my family…friends…my sisters and me…together, and our nemeses, the McAllister triplets.
What could possibly go wrong?
They say you never forget your first love, now just imagine how hard it is to forget your only.
This is going to suck.

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We all have choices in life… paths to take… roads to follow….
It’s on those journeys that fate finds us and takes us where we need to be… Without a second glance, we can be taken away from things we know… “people we love” and given a new life…
One that can change us… save us…
What would you do if fate dropped you at a crossroads? Would you go back? Or would you run like hell the other way?


For years my life was in a state of Adjournment…
Fate had constructed a plan to push me away… to save me…
There was a danger I never knew existed, one I had never sensed.
My family positioned themselves around me.
Like Hanging Pawns, they shielded me from it and I lived blissfully unaware… until now.
Now, I know there are rules to this game…
Sacrifices to be made in order to get to End Game.
What would I Sacrifice for one more moment… one last look? Touch? Kiss?

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Once upon time, there were two girls living their lives completely unaware of one another and the dangerous game they had been placed in…
Until Fate found them…
Fate saved them, made them stronger & with time, Fate brought them together to become friends rather than enemies…
Until a cruel Queen made her move, threatened the Knight,
And an innocent Pawn was sacrificed.
Now the game is in our hands…
Fate might have set us up for this… but we control the moves now…
And we have our own plan.


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