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MERCEDES

The two-hour drive out to East Hampton on Saturday morning was surprisingly smooth with little to no traffic.

Considering it was Memorial Day weekend, we'd been expecting worse.

It was still early in the season with cooler weather, so maybe the majority of New Yorkers hadn't yet begun their weekend retreats out of the city.

Sam had given Mitch the weekend off, preferring to drive his Beemer to the Hamptons. He had the windows down, so my hair was blowing around wildly in the wind.

We were both donning sunglasses. Life was good.

I had vowed not to let my late period or the impending encounter with Jennifer today ruin this weekend getaway.

Sam had booked us a room at a bed and breakfast for tonight close to her property. So we'd be heading straight to the party, since he didn't want to be late.

The backseat was filled with gifts wrapped in pastel paper. Apparently, he felt he needed to make up for all of his daughter's birthdays that he'd missed.

He'd ordered his secretary to practically clean out the girls' section at Toys "R" Us.

As I said, life was good.

During the ride, Sam was being particularly attentive to my needs, asking me if I was okay, if I needed water, if I was cold, etc.

I knew the slim possibility that I could be pregnant was constantly on his mind. It was constantly on mine, too.

But saying that, it hadn't really surprised me that he took the news that my period was late so well. He would be a wonderful father; he was already proving that.

And he was in a place in his life where he was ready for it.

I, on the other hand, still wasn't even sure I wanted kids, so the prospect of a pregnancy, especially given the current situation with Madison, was terrifying.

We were definitely on different pages as far as that was concerned.

At one point during the ride, Sam turned to me.

"Have you ever been to the Hamptons?"

"Never. Rockaway and Coney Island have been it for me. I've always wanted to go out there, though, just never had the chance, nor the money to book a place."

"I think you'll love it. There are a lot of little galleries and shops. We'll have to do some exploring tomorrow."

"I'm just happy to be getting out of the city. It doesn't matter what we do."

"Well, I'd like to take you on a real vacation soon. Work should calm down in the next couple of months. So think about where you'd want to go...St. Bart's, Hawaii, Europe, wherever. There are so many choices. And I'll charter a jet."

"Okay, Mr. Fancy Pants. But you can choose, because I haven't been anywhere. It doesn't matter anyway; I just want to be with you."

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips.

"You're the first person who's said those words that I actually believe."

Wow! That saddened me a bit.

It was so easy to forget how wealthy Sam was sometimes because he'd become so relaxed around me.

He insisted that he preferred things like eating on the floor out of cartons over going to high-end restaurants most nights. And I often wondered if that was truly his preference or if he was just doing it to appease me...or to make himself appear more down to Earth than he really was.

I haven't decided which yet. But everything he does seems so natural whenever he's around me.

And I love that about him, so much so, I truly didn't need a private jet or an expensive vacation. In fact, I preferred the simple things.

As we pulled off the highway, my stomach started to feel unsettled. Being in the car was a nice little oasis that would soon be rudely interrupted.

Twenty minutes after driving through windy side roads, we pulled up to Jennifer's waterfront Hamptons estate.

The sprawling, wood-shingled home was partially hidden by plush green hedges.

Beyond the black, wrought iron gates, I could see just how massive the house was with its white moldings, arched windows and farmer's porch wrapped around it.

If it could talk, it probably would've said,

"You're officially out of your league, Brooklyn bitch."

Sam left the presents in the car, deciding to retrieve them later.

As we approached, a woman in a gray housekeeping dress greeted us out front with mimosas.

I took one and immediately put it back, forgetting that there was a small chance I could be pregnant.

Damn! I really needed alcohol today.

"Go straight through the house to the French doors leading to the yard," she said.

Sensing my nerves, Sam protectively placed his hand on my back as we walked inside together.

The foyer practically vomited lavender hydrangeas. And Jennifer was in the large, white kitchen arranging even more of them when we passed through.

"Sam, you made it!" she said excitedly.

She smiled.

Brushing off her hands, she walked around the granite island to greet us.

She looked like she was about to hug him but stopped herself, probably sensing his apprehension. Not to mention his grip hadn't left my waist.

Her eyes stayed fixed on him.

"Madison is outside playing with some of her friends. The adults are scattered about as well. You remember Rob Carter. He's here with his wife, Lynne. So are Jack and Payton Miller."

Since she had chosen to ignore me, I cleared my throat and said,

"You have a beautiful home."

"Thank you. Sam picked this property out, actually."

Confused, I looked to him for clarification, but he didn't offer it. Instead, he just tightened his grip on me.

She continued,

"This was our summer place…before things changed."

Sam finally spoke.

"The house was in both our names at one point…until I gladly sold my share to Callum." He looked at the doors leading to the patio. "We should go find Madison."

Sam led me outside without making further conversation with Jennifer.

A closed in-ground pool sat in the middle of the large backyard. To the left was a bright green tennis court. To the right was a large grassy area where at least a dozen little girls in flowy dresses were running around.

A large, inflatable bounce house in the shape of a princess castle was also set up along with a pink cotton candy station.

There was also a makeshift outdoor beauty salon where the girls could get their hair done up like princesses.

Jennifer had definitely gone all out.

Sam was looking towards the kids, trying to spot his daughter.

But I couldn't stop myself from asking,

"So…this was your house?"

"Yes…only for a short time. I put it in both our names after we'd gotten engaged. Then, when I found out about what was going on, I didn't want anything to do with it. Jennifer's imprint was all over everything. So it was easier for me to just sell it to Callum and be done with it."

"But you picked this house. It must've been hard to give it up."

"Yes. I loved how close it is to the water. And the architecture also has a lot of charm."

"It certainly does. You have good taste."

He leaned in and nuzzled my ear.

"I would say so."

I had to admit, knowing that this had been his and Jennifer's love nest at one time, made me even more uncomfortable about being here.

I looked around at how conservatively everyone was dressed. In his white fitted Polo shirt, Sam blended in just fine.

And as always, I stuck out with my strapless royal blue dress and matching blue hair tips.

I'd been itching to change the color but vowed to keep it blue, so that Sam didn't think I was going off the rails.

When Madison spotted Sam, she made a beeline towards him.

"Bug! Sam I Am!"

He knelt down with his arms open as she ran towards him, then pretended to fall back when she threw herself into his arms.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

When she pulled away, she looked up at me.

"Hi, Mercedes."

"Hi, Madison." I bent down. "Can I have a hug, too?"

We embraced, and she kissed me lightly on the cheek. Her mouth was sticky from the cotton candy.

She wrapped her little arms around Sam's neck again.

"Will you come chase us?"

"Of course. You're the birthday girl. Whatever you want. Why don't you go back to your friends for a minute? I'll be right over, alright?"

She nodded enthusiastically and ran over to rejoin the other girls.

Sam stood up.

"Are you okay if I leave you alone with the wolves for a bit?"

"Of course. We're here for Madison. I can deal with the rest of 'em."

He whispered in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my neck.

"I'll make it up to you later in a big way. I promise."

At that, he ran over to Madison, and I watched amused as he took direction from her.

Completely at her disposal, he ran in circles chasing the girls around. He towered over them, so he was playing the role of some kind of monster.

I chuckled as he dropped to the ground and let them clobber him. It was like he'd been attacked by an explosion of pink chiffon.

And suddenly, I couldn't help thinking, that maybe the possibility of being pregnant with this man's child wasn't the worst thing in the world.

The more I watched him out there, the more I realized I wanted to share a life with him. But it would never be uncomplicated; Jennifer would always be a part of it.

A conversation happening a little ways behind me turned my attention away from Sam and the girls for a moment.

"That's Sam Evans out there."

"Yes. You know the story, right? That he is really Madison's biological father?"

"Worst kept secret in the world if you ask me."

"Apparently, everyone knew but him."

"Crazy."

"Imagine, one woman and two good-looking guys like that."

"Sounds like one of your books, Irma."

"I know, totally."

"I guess Evans went off the deep end for a while after Jennifer left him for Callum. He cut ties with a lot of people. He was really in love with her. And apparently after he found out about the affair, he was so heartbroken, he came down here and shattered half the windows in this house."

"Are you kidding?"

"No."

"Wow! I'd have an affair just to see Horace get half that passionate about me."

"Jen's paid for her mistakes, poor thing. Widowed at such a young age. We all acted foolishly when we were young. She didn't deserve this predicament."

"Well, it's nice to see him here for the little girl."

"I wonder if they'll reunite for the sake of their daughter. They make beautiful children together."

"That would be a happy ending to a tragic story, wouldn't it?"

'The only happy ending he'll be getting is from me, bitch!' I screamed silently.

A few minutes later...

I'd been so preoccupied thinking about what those women were saying, that I hadn't noticed Sam sneak up behind me to plant a kiss on my neck.

The gossipers had taken notice, though. Their eyes were practically bugging out of their heads.

Their little happily-ever-after fantasy was quickly challenged by Sam's public display of affection...with someone they probably assumed was working the party.

I couldn't help myself when I turned to them smiled and said,

"Plot twist."

Sam looked confused but didn't question me about it.

He examined my face.

"How are you holding up?"

I put on my best happy smile.

"Good."

"Madison wants to open her presents, so I'm gonna head out to the car to get them."

"I'll help you."

Sam and I made three separate trips back and forth to retrieve all of Madison's gifts.

When we returned, Jennifer was placing a massive cake that was shaped like a ruffly dress down on the table.

All of the little girls swarmed around it like flies.

I noticed she'd hired a professional photographer. As I said...she had gone all out.

When it was time for Madison to blow out her candles, Jennifer waved for Sam to come around and get into the picture.

And he did.

The photographer had both her and Sam pose for several pictures with Madison. But the sight made my stomach churn, because my mind kept replaying what those women were saying.

It wasn't that I didn't want Sam in the picture next to his daughter, but seeing him so close to Jennifer was unnerving.

And I knew that it wasn't the photographer's fault; he probably assumed they were married. And seeing the three of them together made me wonder what would be happening right now if I wasn't in the picture.

This scene was like a glimpse into the crystal ball of what could've been.

Would Sam consider taking her back if it wasn't for me?

He'd told me he wouldn't, but it might be different if I didn't exist in his life.

I could be the very thing that is keeping that little girl from having her parents together.

Suddenly, my own childhood came to mind.

Was I Madison's Patricia?

My thoughts turned to Sam, who was walking towards me with two ceramic plates of cake. Apparently, this children's party was too high-end for paper goods.

"It's chocolate." He winked. "Your favorite."

True, but I didn't have the heart to tell him why I'd lost my appetite.

Even chocolate wouldn't be able to heal the anxiety that came from the realization that I was a potential homewrecker.

So, I forced the cake down as we stood together and watched as Madison started opening her gifts.

One hour and piles upon piles of wrapping paper later, I really needed to use the bathroom.

I'd been downing nothing but water and decaf coffee since alcohol was out of the question.

Sam was assembling some of Madison's toys and I didn't want to interrupt, so he hadn't noticed me slip away.

The upstairs bathroom window afforded me the perfect view of where Sam was standing down below, showing Madison how to ride a pogo stick.

Feeling so conflicted, my heart clenched as I looked at the little girl's sweet face...which was essentially a reflection of Sam's face.

Was I keeping this girl from the perfect fairytale of living under the same roof with both parents?

Then, I looked over at him...the man who I loved, but who probably wasn't even sure that I loved him.

I wanted him for myself. And that made me feel guilty.

I was also pretty sure if I did want kids, he was the only man I wanted as the father.

I pried my eyes away from the window and sat down on the toilet.

Looking down at my underwear, I spotted it immediately. Bright red. I'd gotten my period.

My stomach sank.

I'd expected to feel relieved, but it was the opposite.

I felt utter disappointment.

Instead of relief, the blood symbolized a loss of something I didn't even realize I wanted until now.

But it revealed a truth that I wasn't even fully aware of until that moment...a part of me had wanted a baby with Sam even if I wasn't quite ready.

Because I loved him.

Thankfully, my dress wasn't white, but I'd thrown a pair of spare panties and a tampon in my purse just in case this very thing happened.

I left the bathroom with a little less hope than I'd walked in with, knowing that I'd also have to break the news to Sam tonight.

As I walked down the hall, I stopped at Callum and Jennifer's wedding picture.

And I don't know what compelled me, but I looked into Callum's eyes in the photo and whispered to him under my breath,

"Boy, you sure left a mess behind. I hope you're in a better place."

If I thought I was having a bad day before, it became abundantly clear that the worst was yet to come when I saw who was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Jennifer."

"A word, please, will you, Mercedes?"

Without giving me a chance to respond, she motioned for me to follow her and began to walk towards a set of French doors.

Feeling emotional from what had just transpired up in the bathroom, she was the last person I wanted to speak to at the moment. Yet, I followed along like a puppy.

She closed the doors behind us.

"Have a seat."

She gestured to a brown leather couch.

Unlike the rest of the house that was bright and airy, this room was dark and masculine.

Built-in bookcases lined the walls, and a massive cherry wood desk was positioned on one side of the room.

Jennifer walked behind the desk and opened a cabinet.

She pulled out an ornate crystal liquor bottle and two glasses, pouring amber liquid into both before offering one to me.

"No, thank you."

"Take it. You may need it."

Her tight smile was laced with more spite than sweet.

Screw it!

There was no reason to abstain anymore.

I took the glass and sucked half of it back in one gulp. It burned a path from my throat to my stomach.

"I thought it was time the two of us had a little woman-to-woman talk," she said.

"And since you've cornered me into a room, I assume whatever it is you want to talk about isn't something you want Sam to hear."

"That's right. Some things are just better off between women."

"Well, go ahead." I settled back into the couch. "Get whatever bitchy thing you want off your chest so we can all move on."

"Alright. I won't beat around the bush then." She sipped her drink. "I want you to stop fucking my daughter's father."

"Excuse me!"

"What part didn't you understand?"

"You have no right to tell me what to do."

"That's where you're wrong. Your actions have a direct impact on my daughter. She deserves a family."

"Sam being involved with me has nothing to do with Madison."

"Of course, it does. You're being selfish."

"I'm being selfish? You slept with Sam's best friend then didn't tell him he was Madison's father for four years so your husband wouldn't leave you. And I'm the selfish one?"

"We're not talking about me."

"Like hell, we're not! You only want Sam away from me so you can attempt to dig your claws back into him. This has nothing to do with the welfare of your daughter."

She let out an exaggerated sigh.

"You wouldn't understand, Mercedes. You aren't a mother."

She was right about that.

And I felt it in that moment.

A gurgling of emotions beginning to bubble their way up from within.

The bathroom and now...her not too subtle reminder.

"No. I'm not a mother."

"This is a chance for Madison to have her family. Sam and I have a lot in common. We share a common business, we travel in the same social circles and we have a child together."

"Yeah, but you're forgetting one thing...he doesn't love you."

Jennifer laughed.

"You can't really be that naïve, can you? Believing some ideologic notion that love will conquer all."

"No, but…"

"We're compatible, and I'm the mother of his child. If you were to disappear, after a few weeks, I'd be back sucking him off under his desk, and he would forget you even existed."

I flinched.

Being in a highly emotional state, the visual of her under Sam's desk was as if I was struck with a physical blow.

She smiled like a wolf that'd just found a lame sheep. Then went in for the kill.

"We've fucked right there on that couch you're sitting on, Mercedes. This was, after all, his office. And it's the only room I didn't redecorate after things ended. It reminded me of him."

She shrugged and finished the remnants of her glass.

"If you think that Sam would come back to you after what you did to him, you never really knew him very well."

"Tell me, Mercedes. Who is the one woman in Sam's life he values more than anyone?"

"His grandmother."

"And he still mourns the loss of his mother after more than ten years. Can you honestly tell me that family doesn't mean everything to that man?" She stood. "He'll get over you. He won't get over not waking up in the same house as his daughter every day."

Jennifer is a...

'Bitch' is too kind of a word. Can anyone think of something that defines her character?

Stay safe!