"Me too, but you go first," I state.

"I'm not arguing with you," he declares, kisses my head again, then winks. He leaves.

I continue telling his family about Iceland and all the things we did. After a while, I wonder why Sebastian isn't back. I excuse myself and go to our room. I step inside, then freeze outside the bathroom door.

Sebastian scoffs. "Huck, that's not exactly a loophole."

The hairs on my neck rise. A loophole?

Sebastian continues, "Georgia's too smart for that. Remember when she signed the prenup? She's not a moron."

My gut dives so fast that I reach for the wall to steady myself. Silence fills the air as I realize he's looking for a loophole in our prenup.

After everything we've been through, he's trying to get out of our deal?

Not just get out. Screw me out of it.

I haven't thought about the prenup since the day of our wedding when I had to convince myself to make it down the aisle. Sebastian claimed he had feelings for me, and we agreed to figure out this mess together. But he's been lying to me the entire time.

I believed he was telling the truth.

I trusted his words.

I fully gave myself to him the entire trip, believing we had something real between us.

How could I be such a fool?

Sebastian firmly asserts, "Listen to what I'm saying. That's not a loophole."

Bile climbs up my throat. In my entire life, I've never felt so betrayed. Sebastian's been using me this entire time, and I'm the idiot who fell for it.

Before I can think, I take off my wedding rings and toss them on the bed. I grab my purse, then glance around the room.

His truck keys are on the desk. I snatch them, then sneak through the house, trying to avoid everyone. It's not easy since there are so many people, but I finally get outside.

My pulse races faster. I run to Sebastian's truck, jump in the driver's seat, then start the engine. I step on the accelerator and barrel down the driveway, screeching to a halt for the gate to open.

"Georgia!" Sebastian yells from out of nowhere.

I glance in the rearview mirror. He's running toward me, barefoot. My heart pounds against my chest cavity. I mutter at the gate, "Come on. Come on. Come on."

Sebastian gets ten feet from the truck and the gate finally opens.

I peel through it, then increase my speed until Sebastian is no longer in sight.

Two streets away, my phone rings. Sebastian's name pops up on the screen.

I send it to voicemail.

He calls again.

I turn my phone off and blink through my tears, but nothing will stop them. I can't see, so I pull over on a dirt side road and into a wooded driveway so the truck's hidden. I turn off the engine and sob.

How could I have been so stupid?