“She left,” I rasp as my heart starts shattering in my chest.
“I know, brother,” Rage says lowly.
“She left,” I repeat. I can’t believe that she’s gone.
“It’s for the best,” someone says, which makes me angry all over again.
“How is it for the best that my wife left me?” I ask before standing up and looking around the room at all of my brothers.
They are blocking all the exits now, making it clear that they agree with her.
“I thought you guys were my brothers. What the fuck are you doing keeping me from my wife?” I snarl.
Prez walks up. He has a look on his face that I don’t recognize.
“We are your brothers. As you pointed out, Anastasia has your patch which means she’s family too. We vowed to have her back when she put that on; even from you. She doesn’t want to be around you right now. Think about why that is and if there is any way you can save your marriage,” he tells me.
“She’s my home,” I rasp.
I hear a scoff and look over to see Ice; the man who was having lunch with my wife before all of it went to hell.
“Say what you want to fucking say,brother,” I growl at him.
“I think if she was your home, you wouldn’t have treated her like shit. Fuck, I have only been here for a few months and can see how sad that woman is, which is why I decided to be her friend. I had no other intentions,” he shouts at me.
“A friend? I see the way you look at my wife!” I shout back.
He shakes his head. “I’m not blind. Heck, I’m sure all the brothers would agree that your wife is fucking gorgeous, and you were one lucky son of a bitch to have her. I still wouldn’t move on a brother’s wife. I just wanted to make a sad woman smile once in a while.”
I look at my brothers who reluctantly nod their heads.
“I just want her back,” I choke out.
“I get that, brother. Things need to change though. Did you know that I have been coming here once a week for months to have supper with her? Today was the first time you noticed. What does that tell you?” Ice asks, looking me straight in the eyes.
“That long?” I ask in disbelief. I had stopped checking on my wife after saying those words to Rage that I instantly regretted.
I had my reasons; but that’s not something I can deal with right now.
He nods his head. “Yeah, that long. I’ve fixed random shit around the house when something was broken. I asked her once how come she never got you to fix it, and she said you were never home. She couldn’t recall the last time you were actually here, so there was no way for you to see what needed repair, and she didn’t want to bother you.”
I didn’t think I could have felt any worse than I already did, but those words hit me again hard.
My wife has been having another man fix up our house. Fuck, I try to think of the last time I was here, but I can’t remember. I spend every night at the club.
I haven’t fucked around on my wife; I just didn’t know how to get us out of this shit we were in. Well, I knew how; I could have told her the truth, but I was worried that the truth would make her run.
It came to the point now where she was asking for help from someone else when I told her she could always count on me.
She doesn’t even talk to her family anymore. They basically disowned her when she married me. I wasn’t ever going to fit into their picture-perfect life, but Anastasia didn’t care. She loved me and that was all that mattered.
I’d love nothing more than to follow her, but I know everyone is right. I need to figure out my shit and how I am going to fix this before I try to find her.
I need to be the husband I used to be. I need to do it because it’s taking away the only woman I have ever loved.
“Brother, you have done a lot of shit over the last year or two. You know this isn’t going to be a simple flowers and apology kind of thing, right?” Rage says before patting my back.
I nod my head. “Fuck, I know. I have a lot of shit to make up for. This shit ends now. I need to deal with what’s going on in my head.”
