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“I don’t know that.”
My nostrils flare because here we go again. I wish I could affirm that I’ve never given him a reason, but I did.
I know I did.
But he won’t listen to anything I say or even let me explain, and that’s what has been making me furious. That something as simple as communication is what he’s the worst at.
“Then condemn me,” I reply flatly. “And leave me be. We can split up weekends. We can do the whole joint custody thing. I don’t want child support from you or anything else for that matter. As far as I’m concerned, we’re done.”
Kai’s blue eyes fall to my lips. “Are we?”
His question throws me off, getting my brain to double-back and reconstruct our defense. I’m a bit confused that he sounds like it’s never genuinely entered his mind before.
“Yes,” I mutter, losing my energy and drive to push him further away from my broken feelings and how stupid I feel for allowing all this to happen. “Let it go.”
“And what if I don’t want to relinquish it, Molly?”
“I dunno, Kai. You tell me. You won’t speak to me. You won’t let me explain.”
“I think I read enough.”
“Butwhy? Why did I write it? What was I going to do with it?”
Kai seems to snap out of it because he frowns again. “I’m not doing this right now. I’ve had one hell of a night, and speaking about ourfeelingsis the last thing I want to do.”
Tears burn the back of my eyes, but I blame it on the hormones. He just shut me down again. If he doesn’t want to speak now, at the best opportunity we’ve had, I’m not going to force it.
“Then move,” I order, lifting my chin to show how serious I am.
Kai turns his back on me with a roll of his eyes, making his way back to the fridge as if he couldn’t care less, before I quickly make my escape upstairs.
I lock the door and lean against it, letting out all the sadness and hurt I have left inside me.
I can’t do this anymore.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
KAI
The girls are watching another Disney princess movie and I’m doing everything a father shouldn’t do just to get a moment of peace. To figure out what the hell I’m going to do andnotdo since Molly is gone along with all her stuff.
She’s gone.
It’s been seven days, a full week, since she left me and the kids without so much as afuck youor a goodbye note. One minute she says she’s going to the store—where I didn’t want her to go alone since I didn’t trust what she was going to do—and here we are. My gut was telling me the whole time that Molly was up to no good and I’m currently without my nanny, my woman, and the mother of my child.
The simple fact that Molly planned this and got all her shit out prior makes me think that little prick from the first time who helped her move in had something to do with it.
I’m going to drag her back here and lock her in her room. And I’m going to kill him.
“Daddy, can we have some more popcorn?”
It’s late, almost dinnertime, but Lark and Bria have been so goddamn needy without Molly around that I’m almost certain she gave them drugs to keep them calmer than they have been.
“You need to eat dinner,” I deadpan, still pacing the kitchen like an idiot because I can’t sit the hell still. I have to figure this out or it’s going to drive me crazy.
Either that or just admit to myself that she’s gone. That I pushed too far and got way too deep in my feelings about how I’m not ready to let her go.
That I’ll never be able to let her go.
