Page 110 of Marley

“Yeah, pretty much. I love my wife, Marls, you and me both know that. I’m not interested in Carla. She was a diversion. Even when I was seeing her, it was nothing more than sex and a bit of company. I told her from the start that it wouldn’t lead anywhere.”

“Don’t think she got the memo, mate.” I told him as I watched Carla sway towards us.

“Maca, can we talk? Can we go somewhere in private and talk please?” She stood in front of him and asked.

His eyes swung to me, looking for help.

“We’re here to watch the game, Carla. Call on Monday to talk business.” I told her.

“I want to have a private conversation with Sean, if that’s all right with you,Marley.” She spat back.

“No, Carla, we can’t go anywhere and talk. Anything you’ve gotta say, you can say it here.” Maca finally spoke up for himself and told her.

“You sure?” she asked, and I got a horrible feeling in my belly.

“Absolutely.” He reassured her.

“Why’d you marry her, Mac? You know how much I love you, so why would you just take off and marry her like that?”

Maca’s eyes dart all around the room as Carla stands in front of him and cries. Luckily there was a ban on the press in private boxes, so we were amongst friends.

“Are you fucking delusional?” I asked her. “They’ve been together since she was eleven years old. Whatever made you think they wouldn’t get married?”

She glared at me for a few seconds. “You have no clue about me and him, no fucking clue, so why don’t you stay the fuck out of our business.”

“So come on, enlighten me? He’s married to my sister so no, I won’t stay the fuck out of your business when it involves my family.”

The little bitch was pissing me off and Maca was pissing me off for not shutting her down.

“Carla, what we had was ten years ago. I don’t know what you—”

“What we had was a fucking baby, Maca. That’s what we had.”

Oh fuck!

“Wh-What d’ya mean, a baby? When? What are you talking about?” Maca’s eyebrows were drawn together in confusion.

“You fucked me, just before you went off on your holiday to Ibiza. You fucked me and you got me pregnant.”

My heart beat so loud, I swear it could be heard over the crowd cheering.

“Well, what happened? Where’s... I don’t understand?” Maca stuttered out. He had beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and I had them running down my back.

“You wouldn’t take my calls,” she said through gritted teeth.

“I was back with Gia.” He replied, using the same tone.

“Yeah, and didn’t I know it. Well, good for you and your happy new life, and tough fucking luck for me and the mess you’d left me in.”

“I didn’t fucking know.” Maca shouted, bringing the room to a standstill.

“Well, if you’d replied to any of the messages I left you, then you would have.”

“So what? What happened? What did you do?” I could hear the panic rising in Maca’s voice as he asked.

A secret kid is so not what he and George needed thrown into the mix right now—not at any time, really.

“I murdered it. I went to an abortion clinic and had all traces of you sucked right out of me.”