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Chapter fifteen

Samantha

Janae and I walk into the bathroom together finding a stall. As we are using the restroom, I hear two women come in, talking to each other. Their words cause my ears to perk up. "Did you see who he was with?"

"Yeah. Ryan said that she's his wife."

My brow folds into confusion when I hear her words. Could they be talking about me and Kade? There is no way, right?

"No way. She's too fat to be his wife. Haven't you seen the other women he's been with?

I bet it's a pity date," the other woman replies and right at that moment, something deep within me knows that they are talking about me and Kade.

The sad part of it is that something about what their saying hits one of my main insecurities deep down.

I'm the type that seems strong, like I don't let anything hurt me, but that is totally wrong. I'm actually a very sensitive person.

At that moment, I hear a stall door hit the wall.

Oh shit, that's probably Janae . I hurry up and make my way out of the stall to try to intercept her.

But I'm too late because as I exit the stall, I find Janae in the two woman's faces.

"Who are you to talk about another woman like that? Do you think that you are perfect?"

"Janae, it's okay," I tell her and that's when the women notice me and the blood drains from their faces. Pushing past them, I begin washing my hands as I say, "Women who have to put others down are really just unhappy with themselves ."

Nobody says anything else. Janae and I finish washing up then leave to head back to the tables.

The whole time we were in the bathroom face to face with those nasty words, I presented a tough exterior, but they only confirmed exactly what I've been feeling since the moment he asked me to stay married to him—I'm not good enough.

We approach the door to the room where the dinner is and I freeze. Janae looks over at me, "Don't worry about them. They're just jealous."

I can feel the unshed tears in my eyes, and I try to blink them away but I'm not successful. "They're right, Janae. I don't belong here for many reasons."

"If you don't belong here, then neither do I," she says to me as she wipes away a tear from my cheek.

"But you do belong here. Your fiancé loves you. I'm just here as a favor," I whisper, dropping my gaze to the ground.

"Sam. Look at me," she demands. I do as she says and look at her. "I'm telling you I've never seen Kade look at anyone like the way he looks at you."

Wiping my face, I look at her in earnest. "I can't do this right now. Can you tell Kade that I'm going home?"

"Of course. I'll check in with you in a bit," she says to me.

I don't reply, I just nod and head toward the front door, pulling out my phone and calling for an Uber.

Thankfully, it pulls up five minutes later and I'm able to get out of there quickly. My phone buzzes in my purse and I see Kade’s name on the screen, but I ignore it, putting it back into my purse.

No matter what he thinks, those women were right—I'm not Kade's type nor do I belong in the limelight. He is an amazing football player and will be getting more and more famous, he doesn't need me to drag him down. I'm just a regular girl who is too curvy and is just trying to survive.

I enter Kade's apartment, heading straight to his room. I pull out my suitcase, placing as many clothes as possible into it. The need to get out of here takes over, back to my normal life and not some fairytale that Kade has spun for me.

Once I've packed as much as I can in my suitcase, I call another Uber and go straight to my apartment.

The moment I enter my own domain; every amount of weight I've been carrying threatens to crush me and the only thing I can do is to release it the only way I know how.

Crawling into my bed, I curl into the fetal position and cry, letting out every feeling I've had since the moment I found out that I drunkenly married Kade Humphries.