Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 50
The sound of the front door opening had us all looking toward the front of the house.
There was the click of heels, and then a gorgeous brunette appeared from the foyer.
Tall, more so with the added height of her six-inch heels, elegant, and flawless.
Those were the first words that came to mind when staring at Katya Petravisky. Or was it McCabe now?
She certainly didn’t look fat. She no doubt had one of those tiny, adorably little baby bumps hidden under her flowy dress.
One more reason to envy her. She froze, taking everyone in, and then chirped, “Hello!” in her slightly accented voice, waving as she did.
Nobody else got a word out before Abel rounded the counter and started toward her. “Kat, what are you doing here?” he growled softly through gritted teeth. Her perfectly poised expression fell somewhat.
I looked away and my gaze collided with Addie’s. She gave me a can you believe this look, and then snapped her glare back to her brother and his wife. I let myself look as well, but Abel was dragging Katya away from everyone and into the foyer.
An uncomfortable silence descended on the room as we all shamelessly did our best to listen in. We didn’t have to strain all that hard once Katya raised her voice shrilly. “I’m your wife! Why wouldn’t I come to your birthday party?”
Abel growled something else that we couldn’t hear and then Katya hissed back. “No! I’m tired of sitting at home waiting for you to come back. Besides, it’s time I meet your family, after all, they’re my family now too.”
There were more hushed words exchanged and then the two of them reappeared, Katya’s hand tucked inside Abel’s. He was tense, jaw clenched, brow pulled in a tight line as he lead her toward the kitchen. His eyes found mine and held my gaze, trapped.
There was an apology written all over his face. Katya’s eyes followed his, and there was loathing written all over hers. I quickly looked away and turned to Jason at my back. Jason. My boyfriend.
His bemused and slightly questioning expression said he’d picked up on the tension in the room. It was so thick, you’d have to be equally thick not to. I gave him a weak smile, and then Aunt Jax was the first to step up and greet her daughter-in-law.
“Welcome, Katya, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” A round of awkward introductions followed, and Katya was the only one who acted oblivious to the mood of the room. Abel passed right over me and I was sure it was no accident.
“His wife is just now meeting his family?” Jason whispered discreetly in my ear. I shrugged, absolutely not wanting to go there.
With Katya officially welcomed into the family, the candle lighting resumed, and then, per tradition, the room, filled primarily with musicians, broke into the most ear-assaulting, tonally offensive rendition of happy birthday ever heard.
Even Bruce and Wayne barked their displeasure at the sound, adding to the cacophony. I almost laughed out loud at the abhorrent look on Kat’s face. Applause broke out when the awful singing finally stopped, and Abel bent and blew out his candles.
“Okay, now who wants a piece?” Aunt Jax hip checked Abel out of the way, wielding her large cake knife. “You know I do,” he said. “Just put half the cake on one plate and you all can share the other half.” “You have to try a piece,” I told Jason, “it’s sooo good.”
“Should I snag us one to share?” “Not if you’re hoping to get a bite,” I grinned. “Two pieces it is.” He wove his way into the fray for cake like my hero. When he returned, I snatched one plate from him greedily and wasted no time in digging in. “Mmmmm,” I groaned.
“You’re right, this is incredible,” Jason mumbled around a mouthful. “Kat, would you like a piece?” Aunt Jax offered. “No thank you, all that refined sugar isn’t good for the baby.”