Six years apart - second chances.
On the night of her broken engagement she collides with her ex.
Unable to commit to a wedding date, her fiancé, Eric presents Emory with a fait accompli and hires a wedding planner. Railroaded into setting a wedding date, she cannot commit...he asks for the return of the engagement ring. Stopping at a local bar for a takeaway order, she collides with her college boyfriend, the one that deserted her because she chose her career over him. In act of pique he moved on to Alexis and married her. He deserved her.
Emory stared in shock. The guy who six years ago broke her heart. “Let me help you.”
“So good to see you,” Mason said, leaning in for a hug. Emory backed away. “Oh, I don’t think you want to hug me right now.”
“You look great, Em, just the same.” His eyes softened as he reached to push her hair back from the side of her face.
“It’s your wife.” “I told you to just make the divorce happen,” Mason barked. “I don’t want to talk about Alexis.” Alexis was a college debutante -- large breasts, sweeping hair, and perfect make-up -- always on the prowl for a husband. Her type had never appealed to Mason until he no longer had Emory. “She knows teams are looking at you and wants to get her claws back into you. He remembered turning to Alexis after his break-up with Emory in his senior year, just weeks prior to the NFL draft. Alexis was everything Emory wasn’t. Steven insisted Mason have a prenup and drafted it himself and ensured Alexis signed it. Far from any coercion, Alexis was thrilled she’d get $500,000 and certain other assets if they ever divorced. “I know you want to make this quick and get her out of your life, but divorce doesn’t work that way. I can’t let her railroad you, just because you want to forget her. I wouldn’t be a good brother or lawyer if I let her take everything you’ve worked so hard for. We need to fight her.” “I’m through fighting with her. Our whole marriage was a fight. She got what she wanted when she married me. Poisonous little social climber! So much for ‘in sickness and in health.’”
Alexis married Mason to be in the spotlight, spend his money, and soak up his fame. Over his five seasons in the NFL, she cheered in the stands on Sundays -- not so much for him, but for herself and the cameras.
“Do whatever it takes to get rid of her,” Mason ordered.
Emory and Mason were together six years ago. They met when Mason was a junior in college, making his first start at quarterback. Mason showered and walked out to nowhere in particular. He strolled aimlessly around campus, replaying the game in his head and the biting words of his coaches. “It was a mistake to offer you a scholarship” was one that kept ringing in his head. As he wandered, he heard classical music coming from an open door of the college theater. The theater was empty and dark, except for one light shining on the stage where a slender, tall girl in a pink leotard moved alone, her blonde hair pulled in to a bun. Mason stood, transfixed. Mason’s whole body reacted to her. She extended a leg over her head, and he imagined how her flexibility could benefit him sexually. He turned to leave but bumped a folding chair in his blind spot. The girl froze. “Who’s out there?” she asked nervously and turned off the music. “Shit, sorry,” Mason said. “I just heard the music and wandered in. I didn’t mean to interrupt. By the way, you’re amazing.”
Emory was invited to audition with the American Ballet Theatre in New York, the premier dance company in the United States. It had been her dream to dance professionally, and she planned to shoot for the top. Only a few applicants each year were even selected. Leading up, Mason’s mother, Kathleen had asked if she had considered not attending.
On the day she’s accepted, Mason unreasonably expects her to choose him over ballet since instead of being happy for her he’d hoped for her failure. Following his ultimatum he walks out.
“We can have all that back. We can make it right.”
“That’s your busted arm and broken marriage talking.”
“Is that what you think? I’m not looking for a rebound here, Em.”
“Rebound? You married your last rebound! Alexis of all people! That slut from your bullsh*t team parties. You married her! To see her gloating around campus, with her huge t*ts, flashing that ring. You f-g married her!”
“I’m sorry, it was a mistake.”
“You’re damn right! You wanted me to give up my dreams and follow you around the NFL like a good little wife, just smiling silently beside her man. You didn’t even try to meet me half way. You just gave up and f-g walked away.”
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
“I heard that already. Shut the hell up! You were the only man I ever loved! You have no idea what I went through after you left me”!
“I’m sorry I ever put a finger on Alexis. That I hurt you like I did. It makes me jealous to think of you with anyone else. I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like for you, knowing I was off with Alexis, so soon after we broke up.”
“Do you still love Alexis?”
“Our relationship was never about love. It was about career and convenience.”
“But you married her! I know you were screwing her within days of our break-up.”
“You don’t know that!” Mason objected.
“Oh, please! Don’t even bother saying sh*t like that. How could you do that? I thought you loved me. I was going through hell, and you were off screwing that b*tch!”
“Look, Em, after we fell apart, I was sad and on the verge of an NFL career. I didn’t want to do that alone. I was scared, and she was there. She had no problem making my career her priority. I thought that meant she loved me, and I thought that was enough. I was young and stupid”.
Emory got up from the sofa and walked to the window, staring out to the skyline, remembering she’d waited for hours for Mason to come back to her in the weight room. But Emory wasn’t sure about a second chance, still angry he’d left and moved on so quickly with Alexis. It still hurt, but some part of her could understand settling for someone less than perfect. Eric. If she got back together with Mason, she wondered whether she’d be treating Eric the same way Mason had treated her with Alexis. She didn’t want to hurt Eric like she’d been hurt but knew she still loved Mason.
“A baby heart doctor”....let’s try for the big words writers, repeat ‘paediatric cardiologist’...depicting Mason as intellectually deficient (Mason’s description of Eric). Eric as a last resort, ambushes Emory by being caught in the shower with the Molly, the wedding planner. Words to the wise, being caught in flagrante delicto in the shower with the wedding planner, will not win her over.
Between his lies and his secrets, withholding his Seattle offer, the seriousness of his shoulder injury and Alexis challenging the prenup. He kept secrets and continued to make colossal errors of judgment. He was a caveman, jealous, territorial and possessive; deserving of her derision.
In Uni. Mason was shallow, cowardly never confronting his mother, never defending Emory to her and easily tempted by alluring women. Six years later, much of the same. To give his mother credit, she is one that finally gets rid of the piranha.