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Chapter4
My husband is an ass
Oriana
My hand goes to my hair, and I subconsciously start twirling it as I stand on our perfectly manicured green grass and look up at our big, beautiful house. It’s in a secluded, gated community so the general public cannot enter. It’s all a part of having money, and Kyler, my husband, has a lot of it. I lick my lips and wonder what I will say to him. How do I tell my husband about the situation I found myself in, or even begin to explain what happened when even I am unsure?
I was one of the lucky ones, it seems.
But still, it’s left me shaken, and I am forever thankful to that man who owns the club.
The door opens, and there he stands, my husband, dressed in a casual tee that has an incredibly expensive logo written all over it and a pair of designer jeans. The whole outfit probably costs more than a damn small car. It’s insane.
I wonder when we changed.
How we changed.
Why we changed.
Kyler smiles at me, and my heart doesn’t miss a beat like it should. Instead, it fills with dread. Dread over how I know I have to walk up to that door, holding on to an expensive pair of shoes that another man gave me, and tell him what happened.
Do I tell him?
He’ll find out one way or another.
Maybe he won’t.
I like the second possibility better.
Taking a deep breath, I move my bare feet through the grass until they hit the perfectly paved entrance to the front of the house. Kyler holds the door open for me while still smiling.
That smile used to make me drop to my knees, worshipping the man in front of me.
I loved him with all I am.
I married young—we were high school sweethearts.
He was my…everything.
Kyler and I thought we would be together forever. Not once did I imagine us drifting apart and becoming two strangers who simply share a house. But somehow, this is exactly what we’ve become. People grow apart, it’s a fact of life, but for some reason, I never thought it would happen to us.
Kyler looks me up and down. “Good, you’re home. I’m off.” He leans in and kisses my cheek, then looks down at the shoes in my hand and dress. “New dress? I like it,” he comments before he strides out of the house without a “Why are you late?” or “Where have you been all night?” Not even a “How was your girls’ night?”
Somehow, when the fame increased, I heard a lot of “Don’t you do anything to embarrass me,” and then it became, “it’s best you stay home.”
And I did.
There was a lot of staying home.
Too much.
So much that I lost who I was in our relationship and became everything he needed.
I need to break from that way of thinking.
It isn’t healthy, I know this, but for some unknown reason, I never left.
How do I give up on someone I have given ten years of myself to?
