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“No wonder you didn’t want me to know where you live,” he said bitterly.
Pain hit me in the chest with such power it nearly crippled me.
“It’s not what you think,” I pleaded, desperate for him to let me explain. To tell him why I couldn’t legally get divorced yet, even though I’d been done with my marriage from the minute Huxley had locked me in the dark.
“Get out.”
A choked noise escaped me. I didn’t blame him for hating me. And I couldn’t form the words I needed him to hear.
I fumbled off the barstool and slung my purse over my shoulder. Somehow Ella had slept through the entire ordeal, completely oblivious to the turmoil going on around her.
I lifted her carrier off the counter and hesitated, still searching for the right words. Andrew’s hard stare chilled me straight to the bone.
“I never meant to hurt you. I—” Whatever I was about to say died on my tongue. He didn’t want to hear it anyway.
I kept the tears that threatened to overtake me at bay and forced myself to put one foot in front of the other. I’d come here hoping to move forward. Instead, I’d hurt all of us.
Chapter Thirty
Andrew
Everything stopped.
Time.
My breath.
The rotation of the earth.
I’m still married.
The one thing I would never tolerate. My angel wasn’t so much anymore.She was married with someone else’s child.
I knew better than to get involved with anyone. There was no such thing as pure love. But I’d gone and done it anyway.
I couldn’t look at her anymore. It hurt too much.
How could she have done this to me? We’d gone on a date behind her husband’s back. Did he know she was cheating on him? Hell, was I the only side dish she had?
“I never meant to hurt you.” The pain in her voice forced me to look at her. Her hair was everywhere. And her thin face was so pale, all the blood drained out.
I had nothing to say to her. After a minute of stony silence, she hurried out of the kitchen. When I heard the front door close, I grabbed the glass I’d knocked over and hurled it at the sink. It shattered with a dissatisfying crash.
Her scent invaded my nose, and I grabbed her glass and threw it too. I’d almost committed adultery in my own house. Didn’t matter that I hadn’t known.
I didn’t date married women.
Because I knew what it was like to be the oblivious family at home.
Not her.
She couldn’t have done this. Yet she’d confessed it with her own mouth. How many more children did she have? How long had she been married? She obviously didn’t love her husband enough. Fuck, what damage had I caused? I wasn’t a home wrecker. The moment my mother walked out on us, it was the one thing I vowed to never be.
I had to get her scent out of my house. I had to erase my transgression. Forget about her.
My skin crawled. I’d kissed another man’s wife. Was falling for a woman who wasn’t even free to be mine.
I couldn’t have her, but the thought of anyone else touching her sent my blood racing through my veins.
