“Because she was fucking you!” He points at me, and I am definitely not about to allow him to fucking yell in my face.

I glower at him. “Not the whole time, Parker.”

“I knew about you the whole time.” He lowers his voice.

I do not think Whitney knew that. “What?”

“I didn’t know who you were exactly but, in the beginning, when I met Whitney, she talked in her sleep sometimes.” I frown, never knowing Whitney to talk in her sleep, and I’ve stayed awake at night watching her for hours. “She would talk about you. ‘JP.’”

“What did she say?”

“‘Don’t go,’ usually.” Well shit. Unease washes over me thinking about how heartbroken Whitney must have been to be talking about me subconsciously. “When I was in New York and you showed up at her house she said your name and… I just started thinking that the J in JP could be for Jacob. The timeline matched. You’d been gone. When she broke up with me, she told me it was because of you. At the time, I didn’t know you were the same person…” He narrows his eyes judgmentally. “You were really sleeping with your goddaughter?”

“That’s none of your goddamn business,” I snap. I was already being judged on some level by over half of the people in my life, I didn’t need it from this asshole who didn’t even matter.

“Except it was, because she was my fucking fiancée.”

I let out a sigh. “It was a shitty thing that we both did and I’m sorry that we hurt you but what you did in retaliation was unforgivable. Dropping that bomb to her parents? That was ugly and vengeful.”

“So is cheating, so as far as I’m concerned, we’re even.”

I take a step closer to him. “I ought to put my fist through your face for causing Whitney the amount of pain you did. For sticking your—what I assume to be a tiny—dick in another woman, for trying to control her and then for trying to destroy her family. I ought to kick your ass.” I growl at him. “But it’s the holidays, and I’m feeling generous, so consider this a Christmas present.” I take a step back. “But if you ever so much as breathe the same air as her again, you will regret it.” I don’t wait for his response before I turn around again. “And if you ever find yourself in the need of medical attention? Do not come to my hospital.”

Epilogue

Two Years Later

“Are you sure you’re ready?” my father says as we watch Chloe, my maid of honor, begin her procession down that infamous aisle toward the love of my life.

Jacob Price.

I am marrying JP today.

Oh my God.