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“Yeah, I mean that.”
I look away from Brendon and shrug. I can’t bear to look him in the eye when I say, “Yeah. I do still want to marry him.”
“Wait—what?” Brendon steps around into my line of sight and looks at me in disbelief.
Neither of us really wants to make a scene in the hotel lobby, but we have nowhere else to go right now. Once again, we’re back at square one, with no new leads to follow.
“Are you serious, Mysti? You’re actually going to go through and marry a guy like that?”
A wave of heat rises up across my face, and I stop staring off into space and turn my attention to Brendon. I get that none of my friends have ever really been too thrilled about Norbert, but they’ve got no right to insult him.
“A guy like what?”
“A guy who’s boring, controlling, patronizing, and, y’know, a dude that’s just not right for you!”
The words cut across my face, and I turn away from Brendon. Maybe he’s right; maybe Norbert isn’t perfect for me.
But he’s stable and reliable. After all the guys I’ve dated, I deserve someone who I know is going to be there for me.
There’s a heavy pause as Brendon waits for my response, but I don’t think he’s expecting what I’m about to say.
“I want a divorce.”
He blinks at me a couple of times, stunned into silence.
“What if I don’t?”
“Well, I don’t care,” I snap, a little bit childishly, but his whole situation is pretty fucking childish and immature. “We’re both promised to other people, and we should never have gotten married in the first place.”
“Is that your only reason not to stay married to me? Because, technically, you were engaged to the wrong guy first.”
“Don’t say that as though you don’t also have a fiancée.”
“First off—no, I fucking don’t. Second, don’t avoid the question, Mysti.”
I shut my mouth and say nothing. Brendon’s got a point. Perhaps if this had happened when I was single, then I wouldn’t mind so much.
Maybe I wouldn’t even mind at all.
“It doesn’t matter about my reasons,” I say noncommittally—even though I know it won’t be enough to get Brendon off my back. “I can’t stay married to you, and so I want a divorce.”
“Can’t or don’t want to?”
Why is he so infuriating? Why can’t Brendon just let it go and allow me to divorce him and marry Norbert instead? It’s not like I’m insisting he marry Henrietta as soon as he’s single again.
“I can’t, Brendon. I can’t stay married to you and break Norbert’s heart like that. He really cares about me.”
“He might care about you, but that doesn’t mean that he’s the right man for you to marry.”
“But he’s the man I’ve chosen!”
“No, Mysti, you chose me. Last night, you chose me.”
“And now I’m un-choosing you.” I cross my arms and stick my chin out a little bit. “I asked you to marry me while I was drunk and we’d just finished fucking on the floor of a casino.”
“In true Mysti May fashion.”
“Maybe it was, once.” I glare at Brendon, narrowing my eyes until I can barely see him anymore. “But what if I want to change?”
