2.2 CAROLINE

“Explain? Explain what, Nicholas? That you guys were about to fuck your ex wife?” I shake my head at them. 

“No, we weren’t. I promise you that we weren’t.” Nicholas pleads, nearing me. I back all the way away from them, all the way until my back is pressed against my car. I raise my hand, silently asking them to not get in my space. 

“Explain yourselves now, then. Or not at all. I don’t care anymore, guys. I’m over this shit.”

They share a look, both visibly worried. 

“Sara asked us to come see her. She said it was really important. She wanted us to come alone.” Nicholas pauses. 

“And you listened?” I look away from them, shaking my head. 

I fucking knew it. I knew something wasn’t right. 

“We wanted to be there for her, Caroline. She’s our best friend.” Antonio says, trying to reason with me. 

I laugh humorously. “What a great best friend she must be for you to fucking kiss her.”

“It wasn’t like that, baby. Please. Just let us finish explaining.”

I shake my head slightly, but decide to let them finish. 

“We came here, ready for it to be some serious issue. We thought she wanted to talk about Demitri, and that maybe she just didn’t want you here because you guys don’t know each other like that. Or maybe she was just trying to protect you.” Antonio says, biting his bottom lip. 

“But as soon as we got here, we knew it was something else. She started talking to us about having feelings for us this whole time.” 

I look up at them. 

She has had feelings for them this whole time? 

Have they felt the same for her?

“So that’s what this whole thing is then? She confessed her feelings to you guys? And you guys just decided now is the perfect opportunity to get with someone else?” I shake my head, looking them up and down. “Why would you guys be with me if you guys liked her? Or, why not get with her as soon as she came back from the fucking dead? You guys could have ended things with me first. You didn’t have to cheat. That makes this whole thing fucking worse.”

“Caroline, please.” Antonio pleads. 

“Please, what, Antonio? You guys broke my heart. If you guys had only just decided to leave me first and then get with her, I could have gotten over it. We could have been fucking cordial, and just been great coparents. But no. You guys decided to leave me at my house alone. Pregnant and fucking alone. You guys went running away from me when I was damn near begging you guys to stay. And for what? So that you guys could come here and get with another bitch?” 

“It’s not like that, Caroline!” Nicholas yells, shaking his head slightly. “We found out on the way that she has been working with Demitri.”

Demitri?

“The man who had gone after her to begin with? The whole reason she had to go into fucking hiding?” I question, wrapping my arms around my own waist, trying to provide myself some kind of comfort.

“Yes, that very same man. She has been working for him this whole fucking time.” Antonio goes on, ready to continue, ready to explain.

But I stop him. 

“Look, guys. I get that maybe you guys feel like you had an excuse, or a reason to kiss her, and touch her, but at the end of the day, you guys cheated on me. And I really don’t want to keep hearing the excuses, because nothing could change the fact that you guys fucking cheated on me.” I turn around, facing my car, and begin to open the door, ready to just slide in and leave.

I want to leave.

I want to run away from them.

I want a fucking nap.

The car door, which I had only managed to open mere inches, is pushed closed. The slam echoes around the driveway.

“Please, Caroline. Please, don’t go. Let us talk. If you want to talk somewhere else, we can go back to your house. We will tell you every little detail. Just, please don’t leave us. Please.” Nicholas pleads, his breath hitched and his words a mere whisper floating behind me.

He and his twin are both right behind me. I can sense them, even though they don’t touch me at all.

I turn back around slowly, thinking over his words carefully.

If we go back to my house to talk, then I know I will just fall into their arms and forgive them.

I can’t do that, though.

I deserve better.

Much fucking better.