Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty

Callie

“Hey.” Lake hands me her phone as we’re waiting for the guys to finish up and come out of the clubhouse.

“What’s up?” I take her phone, hoping this isn’t some preteen drama and people are spreading lies about her.

I read the screen, and my stomach drops like a semi-truck off a cliff.

When you have the same OBGYN as Foster Davis’s baby mama.

And there’s a picture of us in the waiting room.

I scroll as my stomach does that slow, nauseating drop because my body knows before my brain catches up. I’m about to be skinned alive in public.

northside.nyla: She’s not who I thought he’d be with.

2,983 likes

Of course I’m not. I’m not a swimsuit model with a ring light.

wavelandwatcher: same… I’m confused

611 likes

ivyandheat: y’all act like you know him personally

1,204 likes

They’ll never know the Foster Davis I do.

dugoutdaydreams: He could do better.

4,112 likes

filthyfourteen: Like me.

3,401 likes

southside_sanity: Get in line

2,887 likes

Congrats on having zero self-respect and a keyboard.

bullpenbabe14: Cry… I wanted to have his baby.

5,620 likes

Sorry my uterus is crushing your dream.

extra_innings_girl: leave her alone. She’s cute.

8,944 likes

Cute. That’s… kind. In the way you call a stray cat cute right before you give it away.

bullpenbabe14: “cute” is generous

1,908 likes

extra_innings_girl: I’m exhausted from women ripping other women.

6,102 likes

Same. And yet here we are.

petalsandpages: Nothing says ‘please don’t leave me’ like a due date.

6,770 likes

Right. Because I planned this. Because I woke up one morning and thought, You know what would be fun? Being permanently tied to a man with a mountain of issues who doesn’t believe in love.

futuremrsdavis14: Bet it doesn’t last the season.

7,038 likes

Cute name, but there will never be a Mrs. Davis unless they’re married to Decker.

midwestmoxie: y’all WANT people miserable and it shows

3,944 likes

Bless you, Midwestmoxie.

hannahhits: She got her fairy tale …and the bank account locked in for 18+ years.

9,821 likes

There it is. The one I knew would come.

buttercream.bria: love is temporary, child support is forever

2,410 likes

This one touches a familiar nerve. I already know that romantic love is temporary where I’m concerned.

windycitywhispers: What’s with her hair.

3,118 likes

My hair? What’s wrong with my hair?

privatebutpetty: bad extensions.

1,204 likes

They’re not even—I stop myself. I don’t owe this comment section an ounce of my attention, but I keep scrolling.

kendall.kays: Congratulations.

1,102 likes

kendall.kays: (no really… congrats)

804 likes

Sure. Congratulations on being publicly dissected.

madisonrae_: I hope he’s happy, he’s so angry all the time.

4,650 likes

You don’t know him.

jordynkay_: y’all project so hard in these comments

2,911 likes

morgan_923: What will happen when they ask her if she feels safe at home?

5,480 likes

My numb fingers gain life. If this was my account, I’d be giving Miss Morgan 923 a piece of my mind.

modestep: that’s a wild accusation to toss out for likes.

6,203 likes

Thank you, Modestep.

morgan_923: I said what I said

1,002 likes

Because you’re evil.

LUV_CoLts_2: He really will sleep with anything with a pulse.

6,911 likes

A caustic laugh tries to claw its way up my throat but dies halfway. Because they’re not just calling him a slut. They’re calling me disposable.

futuremrsdavis14: Must have been dark that night.

8,210 likes

extra_innings_girl: yikes.

9,114 likes

Yikes isn’t the half of this thread. These women are so vicious, and they don’t even know me.

WAGsearching: Love is temporary. Signing bonuses are forever

10,338 likes

I blink hard, but it doesn’t stop the sting.

ivyandheat: y’all are obsessed with his money like it’s yours

5,477 likes

oliviaa_13: men like him don’t settle—they rotate

7,601 likes

southside_sanity: imagine rooting for cheating. embarrassing.

6,890 likes

Then the comments shift, and I hold my breath as I continue to read.

statcaststacy: WAITTTT… that’s Callie CARLISLE?? As in… Hayes Carlisle’s sister??

15,908 likes

My heart slams against my ribs.

northside.nyla: OH. That’s why she looks familiar. I’ve seen her in the family section pics

4,112 likes

wavelandwatcher: no wonder Hayes and Foster were fighting today…

2,701 likes

ivyandheat: y’all turning this into a conspiracy board is insane

8,220 likes

Finally. A sane person. Please multiply.

dugoutdetective: Clubhouse messy

9,044 likes

extra_innings_girl: or… hear me out… adults date adults.

12,670 likes

bullpenbabe14: it’s still weird. sorry.

3,110 likes

wagswatchdaily: I wish my brother was Hayes Carlisle.

11,330 likes

Sorry, the position is taken.

podcastgirlypop: Wait I LISTEN to her… she talks about her “older brother” sometimes. THAT’S HAYES??

7,884 likes

My skin prickles because now it’s going to spill over to my work, my life.

micdropmedia: yes!! she’s mentioned “my brother is a Colt” before!!

5,009 likes

BrewCrew_68513: I’m screaming. the lore just expanded.

6,441 likes

Lore. As if I’m fictional. As if this isn’t my actual heart. My life.

bleacherbarbie: imagine being Hayes and having your best friend dating your sister

18,210 likes

dugoutdaydreams: he’s sick about it, you can TELL

4,112 likes

Stop projecting.

statcaststacy: or he’s fine and you’re writing fanfic in comments

9,770 likes

Thank you, Stacy. Please be my voice.

My eyes sting anyway.

Then the verified checkmark appears, and the air leaves my lungs.

hayes.carlisle10 : She’s my sister. Back the F off.

28,941 likes

Oh shit.

Because that means Hayes has seen this.

Because he knows.

Because we waited too long.

Where is Foster, and does he know that Hayes knows?

bullpenbabe14: uh oh…. sorry Daddy!

2,701 likes

Gross.

southside_sanity: Hayes Carlisle playing protective big brother… I die

9,222 likes

“Give that to me.” Leighton swipes the phone from my hand and shoves it at Lake. “She doesn’t need to see it.”

“Hayes commented.” I stare at Leighton, who is now shoulder to shoulder with Lake.

Before I can form the next sentence, the clubhouse doors swing open, and my brother storms out.

“Hayes.”

He walks past me without a glance.

Then Foster steps out, his eyes finding me immediately, and he gives one small shake of his head.

And just like that, the ground drops out from under me.

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