I sit staring at the armchair opposite me in shock.
Believing he’s the same man who flew me around the world, said he loved me in our private Central Park ceremony, or made love to me when we’d wake each morning is almost impossible.
What changed?
I know his mom and dad wanted grandchildren.Adam is older than me, so he’d been upfront about wanting a family, but many couples can’t.
If he’d just gotten tested.
We could’ve tried IVF.Or adopted.Or gotten a donor.
Instead, he used his fists and boots on me.
One regret I have is not reaching out to his mother, Valerie.I liked how important family was to her and how she insisted we spend at least every second Sunday night together.
Valerie is old-fashioned and likely upset about me leaving him.She hasn’t reached out, and as every week passes, the more I realize how weak my relationship was.I decide that it’s best to wait until after the divorce and let her call me.
It is his mother, after all.
Right now, I’m shocked at Adam’s words and tuck my legs up under me as I grab a cushion to hug.
I wish I had a mom to call and cry with.I feel alone and extremely exhausted.
An hour later, the result of our phone discussion becomes clear.
Zander calls, and I almost don’t answer.
“Hello.”
“Where are you?”
“At home.Why?”
“I’m coming over.Be there in ten minutes.”His voice is stern.
This must be serious if he’s coming to my penthouse.Zander has been very careful with boundaries since the Spring Gala.
My heart thuds as I wait.
