He caught my hands, already talking. "Cece, I swear it wasn't on purpose. Someone rear-ended me on the way over."
"My phone broke too..."
He fished the shattered phone out of his pocket, looking pitiful, proving it really had been an accident.
I believed him.
"That day was the anniversary of our first time. He took me back to where it happened."
"Want to know where?"
"His bedroom. I was eighteen..."
Naomi leaned in close. The red marks below the neckline of her pajamas were impossible to miss.
So this was what Leonard meant by *nothing going on with Naomi.*
No wonder he'd never brought up the marriage license again after she came back.
The only time he mentioned anything related was this premarital exam.
And the day he brought it up was our eighth anniversary.
"Constance, let's go do a premarital check-up."
"Naomi said she'd handle booking us in."
Our eighth anniversary, and that was what he wanted to talk about. A medical exam.
Leonard and I had the worst fight we'd ever had.
"Leonard, if you don't want to marry me, just say so."
"Stop dragging this out."
"You are not the only option I have!"
That wasn't anger talking.
In the six months since Naomi came back, Leonard had put her first in everything.