“You have though,” Juliet shouted. “Maybe not acted on it, but the moment you fell in love with someone else, Luke, youbroke that commitment. You broke my heart.”
“What are you even talking about? Ilovedyou. Imarriedyou.”
“Oh, please. Even right now, you said ‘loved’ in the past tense. It has been a long time since I was the woman who held your heart.”
“That is utter bullshit. You think you can spin the narrative so you can be the victim in this, but I have been entirely faithful to you through all the ups and downs.” I was fuming. Who did she think I gave my heart to if not my wife? The vows I told her meant something to me. I saw my parents’ marriage before my mother passed. The love, the adoration. They were soul mates, if such a thing existed, and I had wanted that for me and Juliet.
“I’m pregnant.”
Juliet’s bomb exploded through my skull. The room spun. My vision dimmed. Like Juliet just stated, it had been months since she and I were intimate. Many months. There was no chance that that baby was mine.
“Who is he?” I growled.
Who the fuck was it who stole my wife? My family? My future?
She hesitated before she answered. Her words came out strong, controlled, but the fear in her eyes gave her away. “I can’t tell you.”
“What?” My throat rumbled, my voice hitting a register lower than ever before.
“I have to talk to him first, Luke. I just found out when you got home.”
Holy. Shit.
My world was imploding, and she was worried about someother guy.
I had nothing to say to that. I had nothing to say to her.
I turned my back to walk away. There was no point in continuing this fight. Nothing was going to change.
“I want a divorce,” she called to my back.
“No shit.” I didn’t bother turning around as I stomped out the door and back to my SUV.
My hand connected with the steering wheel. A haze of anger rolled off me in waves. I had no destination in mind as I roamed the streets of Calla Bay. My mind drifted to Scarlett, but she just got home after a long day, and it was already past 10:00 p.m. Using the Bluetooth voice recognition, I called Reid. It rang until the voicemail picked up, so I disconnected without leaving a message. Not two seconds later, ringing filtered through my car’s speakers, Reid calling me back.
“Hey,” Reid cheered into the phone. Revelry and laughter echoed in the background. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“You sound busy. It’s not important,” I told him.
My piss-poor mood must have tipped him off because his tone changed to serious in a flash. “Never too busy. What’s up?”
“Some shit just went down with Jules. My head’s not on right.”
“Wyatt and I are at Wes’s place. Come by.”
“What is Wyatt doing there? He just had a baby four hours ago.”
“Just come by here,” Reid said, disconnecting the call.
Wes’s house was a cabin-style home. Wide wooden planks in natural oak made it look like a log cabin. The large front porch showcased the same vaulted ceilings that ran through the living room. It wasn’t a big house, but it was enough forjust him. Besides, he had the king of all garages just steps away from the house.
Wes had established the garage as a sort of man cave. A television, refrigerator, and a couch were set up inside, along with his police scanner. They weren’t illegal, but I still hated them.
Wes lived alone and could easily host people in his house, but we almost never went in there. I think he liked it better that way, keeping his house as his sanctuary.
Reid’s and Wyatt’s trucks were both parked in front of the garage, so I pulled up on the grass to the side and threw my car in park.
Reid was on the couch when I walked in. Wyatt was leaning against a workbench with a beer in his hand. Wes was sitting in his camping chair, a can of Coke in the cup holder.
