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"What?" Kane demands, licking the orange's juice from his fingers.
"I saw that Farrah girl leaving here earlier," Rebecca snaps. "What exactly was going on in here?"
Kane laughs. "Probably the exact same thing going on between you and Aaron every night. Except I wasn't thinking about guys."
"You're a son of a bitch, you know that?" Rebecca says, plopping on the edge of the bed. "The worst day of my life is about to happen, and it's as if you don't even care."
Kane forces a smile and kisses Rebecca on the cheek. "Of course I care. But you agreed to marry Aaron. What else can I do?"
"Run away," Rebecca says.
Kane freezes momentarily. Has Rebecca figured out his plans to abandon her after the wedding?
"Run away with me," she says. "Let's just skip town. Today."
Kane shakes his head. "We can't."
"Do it," Rebecca says, shoving the breakfast tray from Kane's bed and pulling him into a harsh kiss. "Run away with me."
"No, we can't... Kyle would..."
"Forget about Kyle," Rebecca insists, ripping his clothes from him. She unbuttons his belt with an intense fervor. "I want you to rough me up."
When Alexis Lopez walks down the hallway, she chooses to ignore the muffled sounds of Rebecca and Kane arguing. Hearing them argue is nothing new to her. But when she hears the sound of a thundering crash in the room, it draws her to the door to eavesdrop.
Pushing the door open slightly, she watches as Rebecca and Kane rip one another's clothes off on the bed, making out with a passionate intensity.
And even with seeing the horrifying sight of seeing a mother and son making out... even with all of the anticipation, Alexis still gasps when Kane pulls in to Rebecca. "Oh my God..."
"I don't think I can do this," Blake says, a wave of fear washing over him. "This is... this is too much."
"You'll be fine," Vince says. "I didn't tell Joel what was up, I just said you needed to talk to him."
Blake shakes his head vehemently. "No... no, I can't. I can't do this. I can't sit there and admit what Aaron did to me. The things I let him do to me..."
"You're not to blame for what he did," Vince insists. "Don't you ever forget that, okay? Don't ever."
"I don't mean what he did last night," Blake admits. "I've been sleeping with Aaron since we started college. I broke things off, but... I'll have to bring that up, won't I? If we go to court? And the things that I let him do to me when we were dating... I'm so ashamed of myself, Vince."
"Don't be," Vince says, pulling Blake into a hug. "There's nothing wrong about what you did, okay? There's nothing wrong."
As Blake feels Vince's warm embrace, he suddenly flashes back to the last time they were this intimate. They were both drunk, they ended up having sex... and then Vince accused him of raping him. Taking advantage of him. If Vince told anyone about, especially his sister... it will all come out in a trial.
He'll have to relive that horrible night again.
One more night in his mess of a life that would be put on display for everyone in Marquette Cove.
"I'm sorry," Blake says quickly, pushing Vince away from him. "I just can't do this, Vince."
"Blake!" Vince calls out, watching in distress as his friend hurries out the building.
ST. THOMAS CHURCH
Aaron Maddock parks his car outside the church, checking his reflection in his rearview mirror as the events of last night's bachelor party bring a smile to his face. Even though he'll be married to Rebecca Li in just a few hours, the only thing he can think about is the fact that he's been reunited with Blake.
"He still wants me," Aaron says, smiling as he climbs out of his car.
As he walks toward the entrance to the church, he hears his cell phone ringing from inside his car. Swearing under his breath for locking his phone in the car, he quickly unlocks the door and snatches his phone from the passenger's seat.
"Hello?" Aaron asks.
"Aaron Maddock," a harsh voice comes in on the other end. "You're going to pay for what you've done."
Aaron lowers the phone, staring at it in shock. He takes a brief moment before returning it to his face. "Who is this?"
"Don't worry about that," the voice answers. "Just worry about the fact that before the priest is able to pronounce you and Rebecca as husband and wife... you'll be dead."
MAISON D'ARGILE
PARIS, FRANCE
"I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving until I get answers," Vanessa Watson says, following Francois Davenport into his office.
"To our interview question," Sean Moore adds, realizing that now Vanessa is the one forgetting about their plan to pretend they are journalists from Essence magazine. "About Marcus Vicman."
"Monsieur Davenport doesn't have anything to say," Antoinette, Francois' assistant, says as she attempts to usher Sean and Vanessa out.
"No," Vanessa snaps. "Don't you understand? Marcus has been accused of killing my sister! And I know that my brother-in-law wouldn't do that! You were supposed to be his alibi for the night that Nikki was murdered, but you recanted your witness statement. Why?"
Francois sighs heavily. "I don't want to discuss this! Leave or I'm calling security!"
"Then do it," Vanessa says, daring him.
"Vanessa, come on," Sean says, taking her by the arm. "We're obviously not going to get anywhere here."
Vanessa reluctantly allows Sean to take her out of the office. She glances back at Francois one last time before she allows Sean to take her out the building at onto the street.
"I'm never going to be able to help Marcus," Vanessa says, tears now streaming down the side of her face. "I'll never find out what happened to my sister."
"It's going to be okay," Sean insists, embracing Vanessa. "Trust me."
As they share a quiet hug, they are interrupted by the sounding of someone shouting "pssst!" from around the corner of the building. Breaking away and following the sound, they find Antoinette leaning agains the building smoking a long cigarette.
"We already left," Vanessa snaps. "What more do you..."
"I'll tell you why that sexist pig Francois recanted his statement," Antoinette says, her French accent quickly disappearing.
"What the hell happened to your accent?" Sean demands.
"Please, my real name is Stacy. I'm from the Valley," Antoinette says. "But if I pretend to be French, make it here and then come back to America, I'll be a shoo-in to get an editor position at Vogue."
Sean nods, still not completely understanding Antoinette. "So... what's the truth?"
"Marcus was cheating on your sister," Antoinette says, staring directly at Vanessa. "With Francois' wife. And you'd better believe he'd rather let Marcus go to prison than admit that some underwear model was banging his wife right underneath his nose."
MADDOCK HOME
Alexis rushes down the stairs, clutching her mouth to prevent herself from vomiting. She needs to get out of this house... away from these disgusting people... now.
Nearly stumbling over herself, Alexis snatches a jacket from the closet and throws it over herself, not even caring that it's Aaron's. Once she gets outside, she staggers toward the street and bends over, vomiting onto the pavement.
As she heaves onto the street, she can barely hear the sound of screeching tires approaching her. And by the time she wipes the remnants of vomit from her lips and glances up at the rapidly approaching car, it's too late...
