That caught me by surprise.
“Sure,” I replied tentatively.
“I saw the crap online about you and Zander being involved.You didn’t really have a panic attack, did you?Because I’ve been a little pissed that he didn’t tell me.That you didn’t tell me.”
Shit, fuck.
“Kylie, I’m sorry.You should have said earlier.”I closed my eyes, knowing I was partly going to lie to her.“I was just upset.Zander was concerned and came into the bathroom where I was having a little cry.”All true.“Despite Adam being a douchebag, I loved him.I thought we would be together for the rest of our lives, as you do when you say your vows.”
Actually, all of that was true, too.
“So why did you leave him?”Kylie asked.
I’ve never told her the truth.I don’t know what it is that makes me so ashamed of not being able to get pregnant.I didn’t want anyone to know about him being violent.So I’d kept it to myself.
Perhaps that was what I learned growing up in a bad neighborhood.
“Guess I just grew up.”I sighed.
She seemed to accept it and then surprised me with her next question.“Thank God.So,isthere something going on between you and Zander?”
My chest tightened in panic.
“No!”I snapped.“That’s...he’s not allowed.”
“Not the question I asked, Courtney Blackmore.But I think you just answered it, anyway.”
Shit.
“There isn’t.He simply drove me home when I found my face lined from my tears.I’m sorry I left you on your own.”
Discreet change of subject.
“Pfft, don’t worry about me.Lexi and Emily were a blast, and while I didn’t bang Dereck, he proved to be an excellent dancer,” Kylie said, then added.“And kisser.Just one.”
Oh, interesting.
We wrapped up our call with me promising to ask my father for details about Mom’s doctor.I sent the request to Dad immediately, and to date, he hasn’t replied.
Surprise, surprise.
I don’t expect to hear from him at all, but we will see.
Suddenly my phone rings, and I almost drop it because Adam’s name is on the screen.
I glance around the empty room, wondering what to do.He’s allowed to call me, but I don’t know if talking to him is a good idea.
I answer in the hope that he wants to come to a fair agreement, and we can get this divorce finalized and move on.Despite the horrible claims he’s posted online.
God, I’m naïve.
“Hello,” I say with as much warmth as I can muster.
“Court, we need to talk.”His voice is firm and cool.
“Okay.”
“Are you fucking that lawyer?Because if you a—”
