Meant to Marry Me

Chapter 50: Ocean of Tears

The sun was still shining; the waves continued to roll across the shoreline, wetting the sand, and

tumbling back out to sea. The seagulls danced and played above her, and the blue sky was vivid and

bright, refusing to hide itself in clouds.

Bree sunk down in the sand, leaning back against the rocks she’d used as shelter many times that

week--a week that had taken on a life of its own, stretching beyond five days into a millennium.

But now, it was all over. So was the last decade of wishing, wanting, and waiting. He was actually going

through with it. In fact, considering how long it had taken her to walk here from the chapel, he’d

probably already done it. He was probably already married. The pastor would’ve said, “Ladies and

gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Trent Walker.” There would’ve been applause, and then the

gorgeous couple would’ve gone to greet everyone, to relish in their congratulations. They’d be doing

pictures now, soon to be headed to the reception where they’d cut the cake. Bree had no doubt Monica

would do something to embarrass Trent--like smear it all over his face. Yeah, he was a married man

now, married to that woman who didn’t appreciate him. And here she was, sitting in the sand broken

and miserable.

Her thoughts flickered to Hank for a moment. How his heart must also be breaking as he watched them

kiss for the first time as man and wife. He’d likely stick around for the whole reception since that’s what

the best man was supposed to do. People would probably be whispering about Bree at the reception,

asking what was the matter with her, why she’d left, what kind of a professional musician just left a Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

wedding like that? But she couldn’t care at the moment.

Her phone would likely ring soon. It would be Hank or Christy or Abby, wanting to know if she was all

right. Telling her how sorry they were for her, that it would be okay, that she could do better, that Trent

was getting what was coming to him for choosing Monica over her. She’d thank them, hang up, and

keep sitting there until she finally had the strength to go to her room, gather her belongings and head to

the airport, looking for an alternate flight on the way.

Yes, that’s how it would all play out. She should’ve seen it unfolding from the moment she realized it

was Trent who was getting married. Why she’d ever thought she was strong enough to do this, she had

no idea. How she’d ever convinced herself that Trent would choose her over Monica, or even that he

would be so angry at her for cheating on him that he’d tell her off and walk away, she couldn’t say, but it

was all over now--all of it but the crying.

Despite her best attempts not to cry, to tell herself she’d done enough of that for him over the years, the

tears were coming. She let them fall. It wasn’t an ugly, desperate, exhausting cry, just a gentle rain. It

would take longer this way to let the emotions out, but it was better than that soul purging cry that

would leave her aching and shuddering for hours. Bree tipped her head back, stared up at the birds,

listened to the ocean, and cried.