Meeting Sarah/A Jordan Knight FanFic (Completed)✔️

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Within an hour, Chelsea had her bags packed and we were on the road headed toward Vegas. I'd never seen Chelsea smile so brightly. Her hand were laced with mine as the sun shone through the car windows. I looked over at her and grinned. She would be my wife and I would love her unconditionally. That was a promise I would make to her. I'd honor her and learn to love her as much as I loved Sarah.

We'd been driving toward Nevada for a few hours and I could see the bright lights of Sin City on the far horizon. The car felt heavy as my foot pressed on the accelerator as if it was telling me not to go.

Life was like a game of chess and I already had my queen: Sarah. But in this current game, I wasn't the king. In chess, the king doesn't fight for the queen. He does not exist without her.

He doesn't exist without her.

My heart raced as my thoughts swirled. I was a rook. I was willing to die to protect my queen. I gripped the steering wheel and looked over at Chelsea. Every move I had ever made in my life had been calculated. I thought about step three before making step one. But marrying Chelsea was an impulsive move. She was beautiful, caring and loving...

But she wasn't Sarah.

Marrying her wouldn't solve anything. My heart and soul would belong to Sarah. I was her rook, her bishop, and even if I didn't get her in the end, I couldn't continue lying to myself.

I couldn't marry Chelsea.

I removed my foot from the gas and pulled the car to the shoulder of the highway. I couldn't go through with this. Not when it wasn't pure love.

"Jordan, what are you doing?" Chelsea questioned as she lowered the radio.

I shifted the car to park and looked over at her. Her eyes were wide, concerned lines creased on her forehead. "I can't do this." It took everything I had to admit it to her.

"It's Sarah, right?" She bowed her chin as her voice cracked. Her head shook slightly and a whimper escaped her lips.

"I'm..." I wanted to say sorry, but the words wouldn't form.

Chelsea shook her head at me and flicked a tear from her cheek. "You don't have to apologize. I should've known better." She looked up at me, a smile covering her pain.

"Chel—"

"Don't, Jordan." Chelsea nodded. "I can't replace her and I knew you still loved her. But when you came back to me after the baby, I thought maybe, just maybe I could make you forget her."

"I never meant to hurt you."

"I know." She pulled her gaze away from me and looked down to her hands. "I just wanted to be . . . enough."

Her words tore through me. I reached across the center console and framed her face. Resting my forehead on hers, I whispered, "It was never my intention to hurt you. I hope you can forgive me."

Chelsea cried softly. "Drop me off on the Strip. I'll find my own way home."

"I can take you home."

"No." She kept her eyes low and shook her head. "I'm good staying here for a few days before heading back." Chelsea pulled away from my hold and looked at the skyline. "I need a few days before I go home."

There was a heaviness in the air as I drove toward the Strip. The guilt weighed heavily on my chest. But not as heavily as it would have if I'd married her.

I pulled my car up to the Aria Casino, and Chelsea reached back grabbed her bag from the back seat, kicked my car door open and hopped out. She paused before shutting the door. "If you two love each other this much, Jordan, get your shit together because there are other people involved, including a child. You two need to grow up."

Before I could respond, she slammed the car door and walked away from me. I wanted to tell Chelsea I was sorry, but at the moment I realized not only had I let Sarah go forever when I didn't stop her wedding, but I had foolishly hurt Chelsea.