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“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever thank him for anything.”
“Christian, please…”
“Kinley, he’s trying to break us up.”
“No, asshole,” he spewed. “You did that all on your own.”
“Oh my God. Stop it! Please!” Her panicked stare went from him to me and back to him. “I’ve been getting in between the two of you for the last twenty years, and I’m over it. You’re grown-ass men, so stop acting like children.”
“Fuck him!” I roared, my blood seething. “Stay away from my wife, and get the fuck out of my house!”
“She won’t be your wife in a few days.”
“You son of a bitch. That’s what you want, isn’t it? It’s what you’ve always wanted—her to yourself and me out of the picture.”
“Do you hear yourself, Christian? That couldn’t be further from the truth, and you know it! He’s been nothing but a good friend to me all these years. Why can’t you see that?”
“Maybe it’s time she knows what a real man can do.”
“Jax!” she shouted, looking back at him. “Where the fuck did that come from? You’re just making things worse!”
I once again lunged at him, and she gripped onto my arm, holding me steady.
“He’s not a child, Kinley. Let him come at me like a man,” Jax baited, and if she wasn’t standing in between us, I’d wipe the floor with his ass.
“What are you even doing here?” I asked, demanding to know.
“What the fuck do you think I’m here for? I’m here for her.” He sternly nodded to Kinley. “She was bawling her eyes out over your ass last night.”
“She was?” I was taken aback.
After what I did with our first pictures, I was surprised she was anything other than pissed off. It was one of the reasons I was there in the first place. I wanted to apologize.
I fucked up, and it seemed like lately it was the only thing I could accomplish when it came to her.
Jax read my mind, spewing, “Yeah. How many times can you treat her like shit and then apologize for it, huh? You’re lucky I don’t knock your ass out for all the times you’ve made her cry in the last year alone.”
“Fuck you, Jax. You have no business getting involved in our marriage. You fuck anything with tits and an ass, so don’t try me with your martyr bullshit. But what you can do”—I pointed to the door—“is get the fuck out of my house.”
“It’s not your house anymore—it’s hers.”
I didn’t just fall back from his statement. I stumbled.
I must have been quite a sight since Kinley coaxed, “Christian…”
Our gazes locked for a few seconds, and I could physically see and feel her internal struggle about what he’d just stated. She opened her mouth to say something, and I held in a breath.
Tell him he’s wrong, sweetness.
She didn’t.
Silence.
Scoffing out in anger, I slowly nodded and backed away. There was nothing left for me here, not even her.
All I could do was remind her, “We haven’t signed the papers yet. This is still my house. But I can see I’m no longer welcome here, so I’ll make it easy for you, Kinley. I’ll leave. I’d hate for you to make the wrong decision of choosing him over me.”
She winced, only fueling my fire for what I was going to maliciously add…
