Chapter Thirteen

Conrad and I dated for almost three years, and not once had I met his family.

“My father is barely in the country anymore. Even I don’t get to see him that much, and I’m his son!” He had once complained to me when I had asked him about meeting his father and why I had not done it.

“My mother is just as busy as my father, even if she’s in the country. We can’t always catch her. We have all the time in the world, Lauren. You can meet her anytime because I’m not going anywhere,” he had assured me again when I brought up the topic of meeting his mother.

Every other event of meeting the parents after that would always lead to an argument, and Conrad was a brilliant man. He would make sure that he twisted the narrative, even to me. He would accuse me of not trusting him and being too clingy and obsessed, and sometimes I believed him.

Now, just three months into screwing my best friend, he had told his uncle about her and was bringing her to a family event.