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“How the fuck am I supposed to tell her I’m putting a stop to the divorce? I mean, God, if it was the other way around I’d be pissed and upset, which is how she’s going to be.”
“Don’t do anything drastic just yet. Take time to think it through before you go and screw up your life with Dahlia.”
What the hell? He’s not getting divorced, has he lied to me all this time? My heart starts pounding as dread fills my bloodstream.
I wrap my arms around my waist, trying to hold my pain inside as I feel tears slipping down my face.
Not sure what I’ve missed while the blood has been rushing through my head and ears, I try to listen again and hear Ryder’s voice.
“Her mom was the other woman in a relationship. From what I’ve heard, he promised her mom that he’d get divorced and marry her, but he never did. She’s going to think I’m doing the fuckin’ same.”
“That’s fucked. If that’s the case and you don’t want to lose Dahlia then I suggest you carry on with the divorce.”
“I can’t live with myself if I do.”
He told me he hated her for what she did to him, for all the lies she told. I know he felt sorry for her after his visit, but he’s never once indicated anything was wrong, that he didn’t want to go through with divorcing her. What’s changed?
“So back to my original question, what are you going to do?” Jace asks.
“I need to break up with her.”
Please tell me he didn’t just say he was going to break up with me? He can’t. I love him. I need him now more than ever.
“Are you fuckin’ crazy?” Jace roars.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I don’t catch anything else because I can’t listen anymore; my heart is breaking after hearing his words.
How can he even think about walking away from me after our time together? We’ve only been together as a couple for a short time, but our love is real. My love certainly is. I’ve given him my heart and let him into my life so easily because there was something about him that made me trust him from the start. But now, how can he throw me away like I’m trash? How?
Placing one foot in front of the other, I slowly start backing away from the door and when I reach the stairs, I head up, trying not to trip with tears blurring my vision.
Shutting the apartment door, I slide against it to the floor and wrap my arms around my drawn up knees. Resting my forehead on top of them, my body shakes with the tears of my broken heart.
As my sobs start to lesson, it suddenly hits me that I need to leave. I can’t stay in Ryder’s apartment, and I’m not even sure I want to be here when he returns.
It hurt hearing the words he spoke to Jace, but hearing him speak them to me will be like a dagger to the heart.
Pushing myself to my feet, I make my way to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face before grabbing a towel from the heater.
When I’m done, I avoid glancing in the mirror and move toward my bedroom.
As though I’m watching someone else in slow motion move about, I grab the animal print bag from the floor of the closet and start shoving underwear, jeans and tee shirts into it without bothering to make sure they’re folded. I add a couple pairs of my shoes and slip my feet into my boots. The rest of my things will have to stay for now because I don’t have the time or means to take them with me. Ryder can always give them to Reece. At least, that’s what I hope he’ll do once he knows I’ve left.
On my way past the dresser in the bedroom, I grab a handful of tissues and shove them in my pockets, apart from one, which I use to wipe at the tears still falling.
I’m starting to feel a numbness start to overtake my body as though I have a built-in automatic pilot.
In the kitchen, I try to hold myself together and, after swiping at my tears once more, I blow my nose before tossing the tissue into the trash.
Washing my hands in the sink, I dry them and turn the oven off wondering where the hell I’m going to go now.
I’m not going to Reece and Callie’s house because Reece will go insane when I tell him what’s happening. Perhaps Mia can help.
As I take one last look around, and bury another sob behind my hand, I spot a notepad lying on the table.
Chapter Nineteen
