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“I’m not trying to push you out,” Xander says softly.
“But that’s exactly what you’re doing.”
“Juliette,” he says through gritted teeth.
I inhale softly. “I’m going to stay somewhere else for a few days. Just leave me alone, Xander. Please.”
We both need space right now. He needs to decide if he’s going to let the memory of his wife keep pushing me away and I need to decide what to do about this baby that’s growing inside of me.
“No,” Xander says stubbornly.
I roll my eyes. “You don’t get a say in what I do. Not right now. You fucked up, and I’m leaving.”
“Where would you even go?”
“Let me worry about that.”
Thankfully, I managed to find a friend in Francine. Turns out she’s actually a big softie inside, despite her cold exterior. I’m sure she’ll take me in for a few days.
“I don’t like this,” Xander says firmly.
“Well, tough shit. I’m leaving. Come find me when you’re ready to talk, Xander.”
I’m exhausted. Completely depleted. But somehow, I find the energy to pack some of my stuff. And after checking on the twins, I walk out of the house.
CHAPTER23
Alexander
FIVE YEARS AGO
“Seriously, Xander. Do we really have to go to the hotel? It’s 9 p.m., I’m hungry and you promised me to cook for me.”
I grin as I glance at Kathy in the passenger seat. There’s a pout on her lips as she twirls a lock of her brown hair in her fingers.
“I never said I would do the cooking. The chef’s back home whipping up some lasagna,” I tell her.
“That’s cheating,” she says, frowning. “You said you would cook. We’ve been married for eight years and you’ve never prepared a meal once. Where’s your sense of equality, Xan? I do all the cooking in the house,” she mutters.
I raise an eyebrow. “You cook, like, once a week, babe. And I know you’re just dying to judge my amazing culinary skills but it’s just going to have to wait. I’ll cook for you one day, I promise.”
As soon as I learn how.
“Why do I feel like you’re talking out of your ass?” Kathy states with a laugh.
“I’m not,” I deny shaking my head.
She laughs harder and I smile at the sound.
“But seriously, Xan. I’m starving. Can’t we just stop at a drive-through and buy a burger or something?”
“You said you were watching your weight. Even though you don’t need to and asked me to hold you accountable. I feel like this is the perfect time to do that,” I add.
“I am watching my weight,” she sighs. “But I still need food.”
“We just passed the last restaurant, baby,” I tell her, pulling onto the street leading up to the hotel.
It’s pretty deserted, which is understandable considering the icy roads. It’s early November but it’s already fucking cold.
