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have to cancel.”
    Walking over, they both wrapped their arms around me tightly. “I’m sorry, Charlie. God, I wanna strangle and torture that arsehole for doing this to you.” Adam had always been protective, but I always felt, deep down, that he really didn’t think much of Brad. Though he never said anything, I was pretty sure that was to keep the peace and make me happy. Ness, on the other hand, had made it clear from the start how she felt.
    “You’re better off with that slug as far away from you as possible. He’s a creep, and someone needs to throw salt on him and watch him sizzle away into a slimy puddle.”
    She always did have a way with words. “I know you hated him. I know you didn’t like that I was marrying him, but I loved him. I was going to walk down the aisle, say I do, and live happily ever after. Well, as happy as you can be, I suppose.”
    Releasing me, the two of them gave me a sympathetic look. Dana’s arms slid around my middle as she hugged me from behind. “And that’s the reason you shouldn’t have been marrying him in the first place, sweetie.”
    Glancing over my shoulder, I gave her a puzzled look.
    “Happily ever after should mean just that. That they make you so happy that you can’t imagine ever being happy without them. They should make you walk on air, glide on air currents, and turn you inside out. You are worth far more than ‘as happy as you can be.’ You, Charlene Winters, are destined for an epic love story. You deserve one.”
    Tears filled my eyes as I gazed at my friend. Dana was a sweetheart. There was no doubt about it. Silence fell, and it was the most awkward of silences we had ever endured. Picking up my sweater dress, Ness held it out to me and gave me a weak smile.
    “Come on, trust me. What have you got to lose?”
    At that point … not a whole hell of a lot.

Chapter 3
     
    The drive to my mother’s house felt like an eternity, as I sat rigidly and wrung my hands together constantly. Adam placed a reassuring hand on my knee, which was jerking up and down like it was on springs.
    “Hey, it’ll be okay. I’ll be right there with you. How are you feeling?”
    I shook my head weakly. “My heart is broken, I’m exhausted from crying, and I’m wearing a sweater dress that was intended for my honeymoon. Also, let’s not forget we are currently hurtling toward my overbearing and dramatic mother, who will no doubt blame it all on me and my ‘career girl’ desires. Can’t wait.”
    He gave me a half smile. “You know what to expect from her at least. So, you can be prepared. Thick skin, baby girl, and for the record, there’s nothing wrong with wanting a career. I love that you’re independent, self-sufficient, and successful. She is too. Deep down. Like, really deep down. Your heart will mend. You know he wasn’t right for you, right Charlie? I mean, the guy was a complete dick.”
    I exhaled noisily. “But he was my dick. I wasted four years on that man. Four years of washing, cooking, cleaning, and having sex with one man. If you can even call it sex. My bed was so clean after every session you could have performed surgery in there! It was probably more sanitised than your operating theatre!”
    He winced. “Please don’t talk about sex with him. It creeps me out. Not you having sex … just with him. He’s so flat, plain, and stiff all the time. He was never the type you usually go for.”
    I gave him a confused look and raised an eyebrow, curiously. “I have a type?”
    He chuckled and nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. “Yep. Tall, successful, party boys. Work all day and party all night. They were all immature idiots, though. None of them were good enough for you. But, admittedly, I don’t think there is a man out there that’s good enough for you, Charlie.”
    Scooting over, I wrapped my hands around his bicep and rested my head on his shoulder as he drove. “I love you, Adam. I don’t know what I would do without you.