to her before. The man sheâd thought of as generous and caring had quite literally turned his back on his daughter, and on the woman who had been his lover, and instead of offering any explanation for his behavior to Elise, heâd pushed her away.
âWhat did you do then?â
âI got up and left.â
âDid he come after you?â
âHe did, and he tried to convince me the woman wasnât anyone I needed to concern myself about, that the baby wasnât his, anyway.â
âDid you believe him?â
âI loved him, Juliane. Iâd given him my heart and soul. And more.â Pausing, Elise swallowed hard as she twisted her hands in her lap. âPlease donât think Iâm terrible. We were sleeping together. I wanted to believe our relationship was important to him, but how could I when he refused to tell me what was going on, why heâd behaved so horribly? The more I asked, the angrier he got, until finally, he stormed out.â
As Juliane stopped the car at a traffic light, she reached across the console and patted Eliseâs arm. âWeâve all done things in our lives we wish we hadnât.â
âDo you understand now why I didnât want to see him again? The relationship I thought we had was proven false. He wasnât the man I thought he was, and it still hurts to look at him and remember that.â
âDo you still love him?â
Elise didnât want to answer. Her mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts. No. No. No. Surely she didnât still love him. She couldnât love a man who treated women the way heâd treated her and Oliviaâs mother. âHow could I?â
âYou obviously have some kind of feelings for him.â
âConflicting ones. I donât want him to mess up my life again.â
âHe canât if you donât let him.â
âWell, I plan to steer clear of him as much as possible.â
Juliane pulled her car into the garage of the little century-old house that she and Elise shared near the heart of town. âThanks for telling me. Now I understand some of what youâre feeling.â
âPlease donât mention this to Mom and Dad.â Elise followed Juliane into the house.
Juliane flipped on the light in the kitchen. âOkay, but donât you wonder why he has Olivia?â
âYeah, but Iâm not going there. Thatâs his business, not mine or yours.â
âBut donât you wish you knew?â
Elise eyed her sister. âJuliane, youâd better let it go, or I wonât help you address your wedding invitations.â
âOkay, you win.â
âNothing about this feels like winning.â Elise hung her jacket on the hook by the kitchen door. As she walked into the living room, the doorbell rang.
âThatâs Lukas. He said heâd stop by after his meeting.â Juliane rushed past Elise.
Elise reached out and grabbed Julianeâs arm. âPlease donât say anything about Seth to Lukas, either.â
âMy lips are sealed.â Juliane pretended to turn a key on her lips like theyâd done when they were kids.
âThanks, sis.â Elise headed for the stairs. âIâve got some studying to do, so Iâll leave you lovebirds alone.â
As Juliane answered the door, Elise raced up the stairs. She didnât want to take the chance that Lukas would ask about the evening, because the conversation might involve Seth.
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Standing in the choir room before the beginning of the worship service the following morning, Elise dreaded the thought of seeing Seth again. Heâd be sitting out there in the pews somewhere. Could she avoid looking at him while she stood at the front of the sanctuary with the praise team during the song service?
She wasnât sure why he was doing the church routine. He certainly hadnât been a churchgoer when theyâd worked together. Maybe his church