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“I hardly think this reconsideration is because you miss me.” Part of me wished she did. Not because I wanted to continue on in this sham. But there was a painful spot in my chest that I hadn’t been good enough for her to try. I recognized my own shortcomings. I wasn’t an easy person to live with.
She’d never loved me.
And it bothered me, even though it shouldn’t.
She shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
“Alma, just spit it out. What do you want?”
“I want to come home.” She pouted.
“And I wanted a good marriage. Sometimes we don’t get what we want.” I unbuttoned my shirt as I stalked to the closet.
“We could try. Really try.” She spoke softly.
With my back to her and my only focus on her voice, she almost sounded believable. Almost.
I slowly spun around. “Did your boyfriend break up with you?”
“No.”
“He’s angry he had to get a job because the unlimited supply of money has been cut off?” I shed my shirt and pulled on an old T-shirt. What the hell was she up to? She had a lot of nerve coming in this house and pretending likenowshe wanted to make an effort at our relationship.Give me a break.
“I broke up with him.”
“I’m sure you’ll have no trouble replacing him.”
“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have liked it if you’d been unfaithful to me. It was wrong.”
If she’d said those words to me a few years ago, I’d probably have forgiven her. But this wasn’t her first lover. It was only the first I’d pushed her out to live with instead of having to know exactly when she was out cheating. There was no way I was taking her back. I’d given her twenty years of my life. That was enough.
“It’s too late. Now get out.”
She’d pulled the trigger on ending our marriage. I was happier without her. Well, I had one less bout of heartburn a day so I’d count that as something.
Lazily she stood. She wandered over to me, though her steps were purposeful.
She ran a long manicured finger down my chest. “It’s never too late.”
I inwardly cringed at her touch. What had I ever seen in her? She’d recognized my desire for attention. To be put on a pedestal.
“I’d be happy to recommend an attorney.”
Her nostrils flared ever so slightly, but she kept the rest of her features composed. “That’s not necessary.”
She trailed her finger across my chest and over my shoulder as she sauntered away.
I didn’t move until the front door clicked shut. Then I sagged against the closet door frame.
I wouldn’t even begin to guess what Alma was up to. But I was certain of one thing.
If she’d made up her mind she didn’t want a divorce, she wouldn’t stop until she had exactly what she wanted.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
JOJO
“Couldn’t we do this electronically?”
