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“Lies, infidelities—they hurt people, and ruin relationships. As audacious as it is for someone to be completely honest in the beginning of any relationship, it also takes a level of courage to finally come clean.”
Isaiah dragged a hand down over his face and then pushed out a breath. “I know. But I feel so fucking betrayed.”
Dr. Dangerfield nodded, knowingly. “And no one is saying your feelings aren’t valid. They are. That level of betrayal hurts. It cuts deeply. But you can’t change nor control the past. But you can learn from it—or not. You can either live in it, or work through it. But it will take time. And practice. And lots of patience.”
Isaiah lowered his head and covered his face in his hands, taking deep, steadying breaths. And they sat in the quiet. Aside from the cascading waterfall and the faint tick of the clock, Isaiah welcomed the silence. He needed to quiet the noises in his head.
He needed a moment to think, not talk.
He didn’t know what the fuck to do—well, he did know.
Isaiah sighed. Then finally looked up at Dr. Dangerfield. “I wanted more kids—I still do. But now I know that shit won’t ever happen—not with LaQuandra’s lying ass.”
“You love her,” Dr. Dangerfield said softly.
It wasn’t a question, and yet Isaiah wasn’t sure whom she was speaking of.
Isaiah’s dark brows drew together. “Who?”
“Your son’s mother.”
Isaiah shook his head. Out of respect for Dr. Dangerfield, Isaiah wasn’t going to answer her with a lie. “No. Not her. I love her puss—the sex. It’s always been about the sex with Cass.” He laughed. “Fuck. I thought I did at one time. You know. Love her. Hell, I wanted to. But trying to love Cassandra is like trying to hug a cactus. You have to get through all the prickly needles before you can get to the inside of her. That shit is too much work. And loving her means loving all the drama that comes with her.”
Dr. Dangerfield smiled at his analogy. “Almost like the drama with your wife. But is there a difference?”
Isaiah shook his head solemnly. “Yeah, Doc. And that right there is the fucked-up part. I love Quandra.” He pushed out a breath. “I’m not in love with her—I don’t think I ever was, but I love her for always having my back, no matter what.”
“Then there is hope,” Dr. Dangerfield offered. “And room for forgiveness.”
Isaiah tsked. “Maybe.” The word sounded hopeful, but his tone was very whatever.
“In time,” Dr. Dangerfield said as the bell chimed. “Even in our darkest moments,” she continued as she rose to her feet, “miracles happen. Hope blooms. Forgiveness heals wounds. And we find ourselves shedding layers of the past and opening ourselves to new possibilities. And then, when we least expect it, we find ourselves surrounded by a love we never knew possible. Because, Mr. Lewis, the universe always has the last say.”
“That may be true. But I’m not tryna hold my breath for it,” Isaiah said as he stood.
Dr. Dangerfield offered a slight smile. “Be well, Mr. Lewis. Don’t let your wife’s past destroy your present—or your future. You are a man deserving of love and understanding. And so is your wife. If not with one another, then with someone else.”
Isaiah bit his lip. And when Dr. Dangerfield offered him her hand to shake, he took it, pulling her into a tight embrace. Shocking himself—and her.
After a bit of hesitation, he stepped back from her.
“I never thought I’d say this, but this therapy shit wasn’t half bad. Thank you for giving me clarity over these last few weeks, and for helping me make a decision about my marriage.”
Dr. Dangerfield gave Isaiah a perplexed look. “Oh? And what is that?”
“I need to stop fucking with Cass, period. And set some new boundaries.”
Dr. Dangerfield nodded. “That’s a very big start. And what of your wife?”
Isaiah shrugged. “I haven’t gotten that part figured out yet.” Then he winked at her. “Baby steps, Doc. Baby steps.”
Dr. Dangerfield bit back a smile. “Change is always good, even in the smallest of doses.” She walked him to the door, and then opened it. “Take care, Mr. Lewis.”
“You too, Doc.” Isaiah took her in one last time, then leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ma never forget you, or my time on this island. Believe that.”
Dr. Dangerfield smiled as she watched him stride out of her office and then down the hall, his demeanor rugged, his swag hood. She shut the door behind her, then touched the spot where he’d kissed her. She pressed her thighs together, her pussy near orgasm at the thought of getting back to her villa and rolling back the cameras and watching him fuck the shit out of LaQuandra.
Oh, God—yes. Dr. G
