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That someone being me.
I should’ve done this a long time ago.
“No!” she shrieks, jumping up from the chair and scurrying behind me, grabbing my elbow and attempting to pull me back into the living room.
I jerk out of her hold. “I’ll fix this for you. I promise.”
“Don’t threaten him,” she whimpers around her plea.“Pleaseleave him alone. We can act like he doesn’t exist, and eventually, he’ll get tired of me and go about his way.”
I blow out a frustrated breath. “If he doesn’t? Will you stay married to him?”
Nothing makes sense.
Why does she give so many fucks about divorcing him?
I need answers.
Carolina won’t give them to me; therefore, I’ll get them from James.
I’ll fix this.
She dashes in front of me when I start walking again, blocks me from the door, and takes my face in her hands. “Don’t leave me.” Her lips tenderly brush mine. “I need you with me, Rex.”
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” I grind out against her mouth, my teeth catching on to her lower lip.
“Please,” she begs, pulling away an inch before rubbing her thumb over my lips. “Do whatever you want tomorrow, but tonight, I needyou.The man who’ll never turn his back on me.You—your love, your security, your arms around me.”
Tears slip down her cheeks, hitting her thumb and my lip.
“Okay,” I whisper, putting my anger aside at the sight of her pain. “I’ll stay.”
* * *
Carolina promisedto give me answers tonight before she left for work.
Last night, it was too fresh—my anger, her pain.
Neither of us knew what to do or where this would lead for our future.
It was like we were too scared to discuss it, to change everything between us.
There’s more to this story.
Carolina’s parents being disappointed isn’t what’s stopping her from divorcing James. She’s always been scared of disappointing them, but she failed when she dropped out of school.
I’m pissed the entire drive to the university, and the lecture hall is empty when I walk in.
Exactly what I planned after pulling up his class schedule.
Professor Asshole is gathering up papers and shoving them into a brown leather briefcase. He halts, papers fluttering to the floor, when he notices me walking toward him.
He speaks before I get the chance to, his tone cool and collected, “Let me guess … you’re here because of Carolina?” He whistles. “Gotta say, I’m shocked she told you.”
Other than looking up his pictures the next morning after Carolina came to my dorm, crying, this is my first time I’ve taken a good look at him. I understand his appeal. He’s tall, fit, and on the younger side. His good looks, expensive clothes, and smooth-talking personality are what draw women to him.
I don’t speak until I’m standing in front of his desk, nearly in his face. “Quit playing games and give her a goddamn divorce.”
A bold smirk crosses his face, and he falls back a step. “Don’t tell me what to do withmy wife.”
