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“It’s fine.” I swish my hand in the air. “I was about to leave anyway.”
“You don’t have to do that. The cheater can go,” Ellie replies.
“I need to work,” I comment, rising up from my chair and grabbing my keys.
“I’ll walk you out,” Devin offers.
“Not necessary.” I glance at Ellie. “I’ll call you later.”
I say good-bye to them and don’t stop Devin as he walks behind me.
“I don’t want to sign, Sierra,” he says as soon as we make it outside.
I swing around to glare at him. “Please, it’s over.” I can’t deal with him on top of this Maliki madness.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” His voice loses power at the end, and his eyes are gentle as I meet them with mine. “You don’t want to be with me because of him.”
My stomach knots. “This isn’t about him. This is about your unfaithfulness. We’d still be together had you not done what you did. Maliki has nothing to do with this. Us not being together is all on you.”
His broad chest hitches. “You’re right.”
He turns around without another word and walks to his BMW, shaking his head. He leans into the seat, opens the glove compartment, and grabs a folder. I stay silent as he drags the forms from the folder, a pen falling out, and goes to the last page.
I stagger back a step when he places the paper against my car and signs it.
“Here you go,” he says, holding it out to me. “Be prepared for him to fuck you over worse than I did.” He falters a step after I take them. “We could’ve made it work. Think about that before you sign and throw us away.”
He goes back inside the apartment without another word.
I rest my back against my car, catching my breath, as my heart twists in my chest.
“Be prepared for him to fuck you over worse than I did.”
Devin already knows what’s coming.
I study the divorce papers when I slide into my car.
Am I doing the right thing?
I toss them into my passenger seat and call Maliki.
No answer.
* * *
The crowd has dieddown when Maliki gets to the bar.
Relief strikes through me that he’s here.
Anger follows next.
I shouldn’t have been afraid he wouldn’t come home tonight.
That’s not a healthy relationship.
He drops a kiss on my cheek, says, “Hey, babe,” and runs upstairs for a quick shower.
When he’s finished, he comes down and does paperwork in the corner, keeping his eyes on me.
