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Finally, my eyes landed back on her.
She seemed perfectly content. We’d talked. I was home. Her world was in the right.
But I was seeing a different person.
I was seeing the person my family had been warning me about for years. The one I had known existed and been willing to walk away from a year ago. The woman that I’d given everything…and then she spat in my face.
I’d been played.
As I stared around at the destruction, it was so fucking obvious. Miranda hadn’t been sad or upset after I’d left. She’d been pissed. Then she’d used that anger to come up with a plan to get me back. No matter how much she had to lie and act. And it had fucking worked.
But the evidence of her scheming was before me.
“Don’t worry,” Miranda continued. “I’ll have someone come to clean it up. It’ll be fine.”
“Fine,” I whispered.
“Yep.” She grinned at me. She thought this was all better now. Her plan had worked. She got another chance, and now she could go back to how things were. “I’m going to go up and change. I scheduled a massage and facial for later today. After this horrible weekend, I need to detox.”
Then, she traipsed upstairs, as if the entire world was at her feet once more.
But, really, it was crumbling all around me.
“Fuck this,” I muttered.
Without another word, I turned and walked out the front door. My feet carried me down the street and onto the golf course. I found the nearest green and stood there, watching as a couple tried and failed to get their ball into the hole.
This was what it all came back to.
This was where I was home.
This was my whole life.
Now, I couldn’t even use a putter, let alone swing a club. I might be in a midlife crisis or something, but everything I’d known and everything I’d associated with as a person felt over.
I might get back to golfing. I might not.
I might save my marriage. I might not.
I might have a family one day. I might not.
All I knew was, I wouldn’t continue with how things were.
My family hated Miranda. Everyone hated Miranda. The only reason that we had stayed together this long was because of the pregnancy, and after that display, how could I possibly want kids with her. How could I want to bring a child into a world where his or her mother acted this way?
I was done catering to Miranda. I was done dealing with this shit. I had nothing left in me. No more chances.
Why should I keep putting myself through this?
I didn’t even love her.
With a sigh, I felt a weight fall off of my shoulders. I finally knew that I was doing exactly the right thing.
I pulled my phone out and dialed the last number I’d called.
“Landon?” Jensen answered on the first ring. “You back in Tampa?”
“You said that you’d help me,” I said to him.
