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For better or for worse didn’t matter anymore. Our vows were just words now with no meaning.
No value.
No morals.
The void in my heart spread like wildfire through my bones, deep into the core of my being.
I couldn’t stop the memories of her messy, unruly hair partially covering her face when I’d wake up every morning to her pouty, pursed lips which were usually swollen from my relentless and insatiable assault on her mouth the night before.
Her face flushed.
Her naked bare skin.
It was all a reminder of how many times I’d made love to her.
The scent of sex used to always hang heavy in our room. I could never get enough of her, and there was a time when she couldn’t get enough of me either. Only fueling my memories of how perfect we used to be together.
Both of us held captive by our love for one another.
I was such a lucky bastard. Having Kinley was all that mattered.
How do I stop loving her? How do I make the fucking pain go away? How do I live without her?
My heart ached thinking about all the questions that constantly hounded me. The fire inside of me would only ever belong to her. My core seized up thinking about the passion we once had for each other.
The longer I stared at myself in the mirror, the more the bathroom started to cave in on me, and I was finding it hard to fucking breathe.
The walls tightened all around me, stirring this piercing pain that felt as if I’d carry it with me the rest of my life. It was now a part of me, like she’d always be.
Along with the guilt of what I could have done differently.
The memories of where we went wrong.
The demons that we couldn’t conquer and the new ones that we were taking on.
It didn’t matter how hard we tried, or how much therapy we went to, nothing changed the outcome of us not being able to have a baby.
She was right. I did want a family more than anything in this world, but I didn’t want it more than I wanted her. She didn’t believe me, and I knew she was still carrying the trauma from her mother.
The thought of that woman sent my blood fucking boiling.
Searing.
Scorching my skin from the inside out.
I was certain about one thing and one thing alone—when I signed those papers tomorrow, I’d be taking her love with me.
I stood there battling the desire to go home to her, fully aware it wasn’t my home anymore. She made that perfectly clear the last time I saw her with Jax of all fucking people. Every emotion hit me in the face, back to back. Taunting me. Playing me like a goddamn fiddle. Making me feel like I was nothing more than a piece of shit.
And her soon-to-be ex-husband.
The truth slammed on top of me, my adrenaline triggering me to jump into action. I could feel the sweat pooling at my temple as I walked out of the bathroom. Chugging down the already half-empty liquor bottle in my grasp.
“Dr. Troy,” a familiar voice called out.
I turned to find a young brunette striding toward me with lust in her eyes. Like she’d just landed a prize. And just like that, it was gone. I could breathe.
Was this what I needed to officially move on?
