I’d fucked that all the way up.
“So, what are you going to do?” Enzo asked finally, sinking into the seat across from me.
I stared around the bland motel room: the beige walls and my duffel bag dumped in the corner. I’d barely slept in the bed, but the sheets were still messy. Miniature bottles of alcohol lined the bedside table, along with a packet of cigarettes I’d long since given up. Lila would be so pissed?—
Ouch.
A sharpness ripped through my chest, and I winced, realising Lila wouldn’t want fuck all to do with me, let alone care whether I died from lung cancer.
Great.
“I just need to see her,” I said, dragging a hand through my hair, which felt thinner today than usual.
“And say what, dude?” Enzo clasped his hands beneath his chin and stared at me.
He’s right. What can I say?
“I don’t know,” I admitted, clenching my jaw. “But I can’t just fucking lose her.”
Enzo’s phone beeped, and our eyes met briefly before he read it.
He looked up at me with something like pity in his eyes, then dropped his gaze.
He knows something.
“What?” I questioned, searching his face for an answer. “What now? Tell me.”
Enzo rubbed his shaved head and stared at me, his eyes softening as he broke the news.
“Vanessa told me to tell you that Lila wants a divorce.”
My stomach dropped, and a roar filled my ears. My head spun. Lila wouldn’t divorce me! We hadn’t even spoken about this; what thefuck?!
“Well, she’s not getting one,” I snarled, jumping to my feet. “She needs to talk to me first!”
Enzo said nothing.
“I fucked up!” Then, I remember Enzo’s earlier words. No. I hadn’t fucked up; I’d fucking destroyed my wife. My marriage.
The room spun. “Fuck!”
“Are you in love with this woman?” Enzo asked, disgust lacing his voice.
“Judgemental much, Enzo?” I threw back at him, bunching my fists together. “Huh? I thought you were supposed to bemybest friend.”
Enzo narrowed his eyes on me. “Don’t be a prick. Answer the question.”
I loved Lila, and only her. I had never loved anyone else, and I certainly didn’t fucking love Cami. She was a distraction, giving me attention where I hadn’t had it at home. Not that I blamed Lila for this, but it was the truth.
“We had fun,” I muttered. “That’s it.”
“Wow. So, you didn’t even throw it all away for love,” Enzo gritted out.
What is his fucking problem?
“You’re pushing me, man.” I stared at him, my fists bunching beside me.
Enzo stepped closer. “Lila deserves better. That’s all I have to say to you.”
