This can’t be true.
My mother broke her heart on the phone to me and begged me to get the marriage annulled.
I fall to my feet, dragging papers out of my desk that I’d neatly arranged earlier so they fly in the air.
“No. It has to be wrong.”
Blake grips the doorframe behind me, and I locate the contract, my breath seizing in my throat.
I scan it so quickly the words blur before me, and I almost yelp when I find it.
Non-annulment.
There it is, in black and white, it’s stupid curly font taunting me as I clutch my chest.
Why didn’t I see this?
“No!”
Blake sighs and walks away, leaving me to stare at the contract in disbelief.
“Blake!” I shriek, commanding him back to my room. “You have to help me; we need to do something.”
Blake studies me, tugging his shirt open at his neck. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Danielle.”
In his hand, I spy an entire bottle of vodka, unopened. “Drinking isn’t going to solve anything!”
Blake shrugs. “I don’t need it to. Look, I know you’re angry, but you said you’d read it all. You even added your caveats.”
He’s right.
The beautiful bastard is correct.
It would be bearable if he hadn’t been such an ass to me, but this? This I can’t cope with for five years.
“Danielle, go to bed.”
I whirl around, my eyes stinging with tears. “Blake, I can’t do this.”
Blake sighs, rolling up his shirt sleeves. “I’m not ecstatic either, Danielle.”
“But this means nothing to you! You don’t care about anything.”
Blake crosses the room. “Is this because of Issac? I told you, do what you like.” Blake throws his hands in the air, his eyes glinting.
“It’s got nothing to do with Issac!” I hiss, scowling at him.
Blake unscrews the vodka, taking an unhealthy slug from it. “Then what’s your problem?”
I stare at him, my fists clenched by my sides. “You!”
“Get a grip, for fuck’s sake, Danielle,” Blake snaps. His navy eyes search mine, and for a moment, I’m lost in them.
Only for a moment.
“Why are you still so tense after fucking my best friend last night?” Blake steps closer to me, and my heart slides down into my stomach. “Didn’t he do it as well as I did?”
I shake my head, shoving my fists against his chest. “You’ve got no right to speak to me like this,” I whisper as his fingers grip my wrists.
