“Never more than one visit.”
“Why?” I chewed on my lip, “Why do you care if she divorces you?”
He removed his arm and turned his angry eyes towards me. Gone was the warmth from earlier, and in its place was a raging fire.
“Like I told you, I love my wife. None of the affairs ever meant anything to me… She just-” He groaned and shrugged me off his shoulder so he could sit up. “She won’t let me fix it. She won’t even hear me out.”
I slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard with him. I contemplated his words and tried to keep the hurt out of my voice.
“As a woman, I don’t know what you could say that would make it okay.” I admitted. “I believe you that you love her— in your own way… but I’m not sure if that’s enough if you’re able to still hurt her.”
“I didn’t think she’d ever find out.” He admitted, “If you hadn’t come to the house she probably wouldn’t have.” He glared at me again, and I looked away.
“Why are you here?” I forced myself to ask in a flat voice.
“I panicked and didn’t know where else to go.” He confessed. “I couldn’t go back to an empty house.”
“So, you flew across the country?” I scoffed. “Just to fuck me and blame me for your problems?”
“You are to blame.” He snapped.
“I didn’t make or break any vows.” I sneered. “I didn’t make you cheat on your wife and I sure as fuck didn’t force you to fuck me in your hot tub.”
He jumped out of the bed and jerked on his pants with a thunderous expression on his face.
“This was a fucking mistake.” He muttered.
“Apparently, all you ever do is make fucking mistakes.” I slid out of the bed and wrapped my robe around myself like armor. I watched him dress himself with crossed arms. “You realize I love you, right?”
He froze, and when he raised his head to look at me, the disgust on his face nearly shattered me.
“And you realize I don’t, right?” he deadpanned.
“Right.” I narrowed my eyes, “Well, thanks for the fuck. Have a nice flight home.” I spun around and walked into the bathroom. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his words had hurt.
29-Ben
I had found myself standing in the middle of the airport before I realized what I was doing. All I knew was that I needed to get away. I couldn’t go back to that empty house and be surrounded by the life I had lost.
When it came time to pick a destination, I stared at the board for a long time. Part of me wanted to chase after Melanie, but the idea of facing them all after reading those letters made me physically ill.
I could go to one of my other properties, but I would still be alone, and the idea of putting energy into finding companionship for the night was just as unappealing as being alone.
Angela.
That was an easy option. It was a hell of a distance to travel, but it would get her to stop calling every day.
Where the fuck did she say she was going?
“Call Frank.” I barked into my phone. He answered on the third ring with a terse tone.
“What?”
“Where did Angela settle down?”
“Excuse me?” He sounded worried.
“You heard me.” I snapped.
