Page 142 of Real Regrets


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I shove my hands into the pockets of my pants before walking deeper into his office, looking out the windows. The sun is higher in the sky, casting brilliant light over the city.

“She lives in Los Angeles.”

Crew turns to take in the same view, standing shoulder to shoulder with me.

“You could try working remotely.”

“I basically live in this office. All the meetings and presentations and Alicia... I could do my job, but I couldn’t do it as well.”

“What about her job?”

I swallow. “I don’t know.”

Except, I do. Los Angeles School of Design doesn’t have a New York campus.

“Ask her. See what she says.” He makes it sound easy, and it’s anything but.

It took me half an hour to undo all the buttons on Hannah’s dress last night. Then we both collapsed into bed, too exhausted to talk. I didn’t bring up anything that happened in the limo, and she didn’t either. And I’m worried it means shedoesregret our marriage.

“I married her.”

Crew makes a shocked, strangled sound. “What?”

“When I was in Vegas for Garrett’s bachelor party. I met her in the hotel bar, asked her to meet me later, and woke up next to a marriage license.”

“Holy shit.”

I laugh. “Pretty much.”

“Then what?”

“We’re getting divorced. Papers were filed on Monday.”

“Why?”

I glance over at him. “Because we didn’t mean to get married.”

“But you’re in love with her.”

I look away, quickly. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Have you told her?”

Silence answers for me.

“Tell her, Oliver.”

“I’m just like him,” I say.

“No, you’re not. You’re good at your job, and that’s where the similarities end.”

“I picked her over my job last night, and I’m pissed at myself about it. I did fuck up the Zantech deal. This job is who I am, and I can’t expect her to accept that. No one else has.”

“Why’d you stay last night?” Crew asks.

“I…wanted to.”

He smiles. “I think you’re less hopeless than you think.”

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