“Then I brought him back home because I couldn't sell the house.”
“—then you spent the night with a hot fucking CEO, then came home and told him about it,” Vanessa finished with a wicked grin. “Did his British accent turn you on in bed?”
She took one look at me and laughed. “Same, girl. Same. But you won’t see him again?”
I shook my head, stirring another sugar into my drink. “Nope. He’s not a relationship kinda guy, and I’m…”
Still in love with my cheating husband but refuse to tell anyone.
“You’re what?” Vanessa pressed, her eyes searching mine. “You aren’t broken, Lila. You’re pregnant and now divorced.”
I stared at the spot on my hand where my wedding band usually sat and tried to ignore the pang in my chest.
“I, uh, did something else,” I confessed, leaning in so only she could hear me.
Vanessa watched me with bright eyes. “Oh?”
“It’s bad.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I recorded it.”
Vanessa slammed her cup down, making the other patrons look our way. “Fuck off!”
“Shh!” I waved a hand at her, forcing a polite smile to everyone staring at us.
“Can I watch it?” Vanessa grinned, and I shook my head.
“Absolutely not.”
“Let me guess. You did that for your lonely nights at home?” Vanessa teased, still shaking her head in disbelief at my antics.
“No, actually.” I took a sip of my decaf coffee and groaned. I missed proper coffee. “I did it to show Victor.”
Vanessa’s mouth fell open.
I waited for her to say something, but she shook her head again, unable to find words this time.
“I haven’t shown him; I think he’s been through enough…” I panicked that Vanessa was going to slap me for trying to kill her brother. “But he keeps saying he’s sorry, and if he is, well, he can start by proving it.”
Vanessa blinked.
“Please say something,” I pleaded with her.
“What did you just say?” Vanessa croaked, slumping into her chair. “Oh, my fucking god, Lila, you still love him, don’t you?”
I blinked rapidly.Did I say that? Why is she talking about that?
“Of course, I still love him, he’s my…”
Oh.
I dipped my head so she wouldn’t see the tears forming. He wasn’t my husband anymore. He was just Victor. The father of my baby.
“Oh, babe.” Vanessa slid her hands into mine and squeezed tight, leaning in to whisper to me. “Tell me what’s going on.”
But I didn't know what to say. Everything was so fucked up.
“No one makes me feel like he does,” I said, keeping my head low. “I hate him so much it hurts, but I also just…love him so much. I can’t seem to make it go away, no matter what I do.”
“Sweetie…”
