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I gently move Layla and stand up, grabbing Cori by the arm. “What do you mean she’s gone?” I ask, panicked. She can’t be gone. I need her.
She throws my hand off and glares. “Just what I said, dipshit. Gone. G-O-N-EGone.And if her father has a say in it, you’ll never get near her again.” With that she gives me an evil smirk and walks away, carrying bags of takeout.
I run after her but she’s quick. She gets into Blake’s car and they take off the second they see me jogging toward them. I yell at them to stop but knowing they won’t, I finally give up.
I walk back into the restaurant and sit back down, my head in my hands.“Fuck!” I snarl. If she went with Hangman, I’ll never be able to get close to her.
“You have a child?” Layla asks. I almost forgot about her.
I nod. “Yeah. I was about to get married to the love of my life, and then Shayla walks in screaming about how we’re still married.” She’s about to say something when I cut her off. “Do you have a place to stay?”
She nods. “Of course. My parents will let us stay with them for as long as we need.” She gives me a smirk, “I had a feeling he was doing something shady for a long time, but I put it off, because I’m a woman. You know women can be irrational, looks like I didn’t have any reason to be, should have followed my gut.” I reach across the table, giving her hand a squeeze as she continues. “I’ll be taking Matt to the cleaners. And now all his money and companies will be mine, since I have proof of infidelity plus the prenup he signed. Since my father gave him all his start up, well, that ass will be homeless.” She gives me a wink with that.
Shit, this isn’t good for Laura and Luca. They’ll have nothing, especially since Shayla is too lazy to work.
“I’ll be talking to Shayla, too.”
“About what?”
“About having the kids come live with me. I’ll give her a nice big cheque, and I know she’ll hand them over. They’ll have a loving home with me. I can’t fault them for being my bastard of a husband’s children.”
There goes my worry. I know Layla and her family will take good care of those kids. She’s a better person than I am. I left because I couldn’t see at them everyday, not when every time I looked at them, I saw my brother staring back at me.
“You can keep all those papers; they may help you fast track the divorce.”
I give her a hug, tell her to keep in touch and head home, calling my boss again.
“Spurl.”
“Dray again. Forget sending me to a different department, I want a transfer to the Saint John Police Force the minute you can make it happen.” I click off before he can respond. Do I want to move to the other side of the country? No, but Melissa is there with my daughter. I have no fuckin’ clue how long it will take me to win her back, and if she ends up wanting to stay there? Well, I’d do anything for her. Even live in a shit city.
Chapter 8
Melissa
Cori texted me a picture of Dray with his arms wrapped around another woman. A woman I didn’t recognize, and she was not his wife. “He sure gets around,” I mutter, tears forming in my eyes.
I hear Mikayla shouting in her room, “Up. Up. Up.” Wiping the tears that leaked out, I go and get her up, changing her diaper and playing with her on the floor.
“Want to watchFrozen, baby girl?” I ask her, smiling. She’s addicted to that movie and I can’t seem to get her to watch anything else. The damn movie is on repeat almost every day, and it’s doing my head in, but it keeps her happy. The only time I actually enjoyed this movie was the first time I watched it, and then just the other day when I caught my father singing along with Mikayla when he didn’t realize I was done with my shower. He tried to be big scary biker dude with me, threatening me not to say a word, but I just laughed in his face. It’s something I might not let him live down.
She grins and screams, “Elsa!”
I chuckle. “Okay, baby, let's go put it on.”
Getting her set up in the living room with Frozen blasting away, I go into the kitchen to tidy up. Carson told me not to worry about the mess, that he’d get people over later to clean the place, but I may as well do something with my time.
I start thinking back on the times Dray and I had. Maybe I should have just resisted him more. If I had, I probably wouldn’t be feeling the way I do now.
When he found out I was pregnant, he was there every single day trying to make things up to me. He just kept saying his headspace was fucked up and he wasn’t thinking properly the night we were together. He honestly didn’t even remember being with me.
When he first told me that, it killed me. I’d finally given into him and he had fucked me brutally and beautifully. I never would have thought he was drunk, sure didn’t seem or act like it. When it was done and over, after the best orgasm I’ve ever had, he walked out without looking back. That hurt, I ended up going back out to the bar and getting pukey drunk, something that has never happened to me in my life. I never got hangovers or got sick from drinking too much, but that night I did.
As I was leaving I heard noises coming from the back alley, where we had just been hours before, and that's where I saw him. Screwing some blonde bitch, the same way he did me. I knew at that moment I would hate him forever.
Then weeks later my fears were revealed. I was pregnant with his child. Blake, my brother-in law went over and apparently had a chat with Dray, because the very next day, Dray was banging on my door demanding to speak with me. I’ve never seen a man apologize so much in my life, but he did it. I’d like to say I forgave him at that moment, but I didn’t.
I held a grudge. Sure, I let him come to all the doctors’ visits and ultrasound appointments with me, even let him buy me supper a few times at his insistence, of course. But I didn’t budge. I barely spoke to him. I was still so deeply hurt.
