Marc put his face in Gray’s. “Your girlfriend isn’t into you.”
Maggie tapped the text message string, pulled up the contact that had Rose’s name on it, hit the phone icon, and waited for the call to go through even though she could see the phone number didn’t belong to Rose.
It could be a phone Maggie didn’t know about that Rose used, but she didn’t think so. She put the call on speaker.
Gray’s and Marc’s fathers, along with Marc’s mom and the cop, stood close, watching and listening to everything.
It embarrassed and angered her to have to do this so publicly.
Marc swapped the bloody towels for fresh ones the restaurant manager handed him. “Don’t do this, Maggie. I’m your fiancé. You should have my back.”
After what he’d put her through this past week, she wanted to—
“Baby!” The woman’s cheerful voice and that endearment grated on Maggie’s last nerve. “Did you finish that thing? I’ve missed you so much. Can you sneak away and meet me at my place?”
Marc swore. “Hang up.”
Maggie’s sour stomach pitched. Her heart raced. She knew it. Marc had lied. He had someone else, the cheating bastard.
“What? You called me,” the woman on the other end of the line pouted.
“Who is this?” Maggie asked, watching Marc’s face turn red with rage and feeling no joy as everything went numb inside her.
“Um. This is Andrea. I’m Marc’s ex. I take it this is Maggie.” She sounded caught.
“It is. When did you and Marc break up?”
“About a year ago. After he cheated on me with some random chick he picked up in a bar.”
Gray sucked in a breath and glared at Marc.
Maggie felt the inevitability of it. “I bet I can guess her name. Rose, right?”
“Yeah.Her.” Andrea had lost the cheerful tone. It dipped to anger and uncertainty.
Maggie dug for the truth. “I saw all the text messages you sent myex-fiancé.”
Marc glared at that and pressed his lips tight, but he didn’t say anything.
Maggie kept digging. “He asked you to send them, didn’t he?”
“Um.”
“Don’t answer that.” Marc fiercely bit the words out.
“Come on, Andrea, woman to woman, you’ve been seeing Marc behind my back, haven’t you.”
“Actually, no. Not really.”
That surprised Maggie.
Marc looked smug. For a moment.
Then Andrea went on. “Yes, he called me a couple weeks ago, you know, to reconnect. One thing led to another on the phone, then he was drunk one night and I picked him up at the strip club he went to with his friends—”
“His bachelor party, you mean.” Maggie shook her head at Marc, seething on the inside.
“Well, I didn’t know that.”