Victor: Lila is going on a date with some chump who’s flying across the country to see her.
Enzo: What? Like a tinder date? Is that safe?
Wait, was that it? A tinder date? My heart dropped as I imagined some psycho killer dragging Lila down dark alley ways and into dirty basements. Would Lila be on dating websites?
My stomach churned like I’d eaten a bad burger.
But then something Vanessa said hit me.
‘He said he’dflyto wherever you are to see you again?’
Again.
Victor: No, she’s met him before.
Enzo: Shit, I’m sorry man.
I frowned.
That’s it?
Victor: I need to find out who he is. I think my sister knows.
This time there wasn’t a quick response, and there were no floating dots telling me he was typing.
Fucking hell.Mention my sister and he went weird. I didn’t have time to work out if he had a crush on her—at his age? I didn’t care.
Finally, he responded:
Enzo: She won’t tell me, you know this. I’m your best friend; she won’t betray Lila like that. My advice? Just let her move on. You can’t carry on like this.
I tossed my phone away before he could start banging on about me getting some sleep or doing yoga at sunrise.
I was on my own with this. I would have to wait and see if I could get any more clues from Lila, and if not…
I sucked in a deep breath.
I’d need to wait until she met him.
The thought made me feel physically sick, but I didn’t have a choice. Lila was right—pretty soon the divorce papers would be finalised, and she could do whatever she wanted to do, legally, anyway.
I couldn’t stop her. The realisation that she was slipping away from me made me want to punch the fucking wall.
I couldn’t lose her!
I justcouldn’t.
But my eyelids kept drooping, my body was aching, my soul was fucking distraught without its mate, and my brain was fried.
My wife had been through worse than knowing I was going on a date. She’d watched me fuck Cami and say shit meant only for her and her alone.
This was karma. This heavy, sick, guilty feeling was fucking karma. I had no choice but to wait this out.
This must be not even an ounce of what Lila had felt watching that video. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how I’d react. I’d probably rip my own teeth out.
I’m so fucking sorry, baby.
I trudged upstairs, stopping just to see if I could hear Lila, but there wasn’t a sound. I climbed into the spare bed, the coldsheets reminding me how fucked up my life was, because of my actions and tried to fall asleep.
