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322 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 1, 2016
His eyes darkened with lust as he approached. “You know, you’re kind of hot for a fatty.”
It hurts to see him, arms entwined with a new woman nearly every day, but I know it’s all just a show for his father’s sake.
Four children later, and the fairytale is over.
Nate lives the life that he desired—professional football hero with a fan base that extends globally. It would be easy to be bitter if he weren’t so damned kind-hearted and good-natured.
Brent left the house and didn’t come back until nearly dinner time. He’s been doing that a lot more lately, checking out for long periods of time. I don’t suspect him of cheating, but something is wrong.
Gone are the days of waking early to brush my teeth. Gone are the days of his constant showering after doing anything physical just so I won’t have to smell his stinky sweat. Gone are the days of closing the bathroom door when showering or anything else, and since he witnessed me giving birth, there isn’t a damn thing he’s ever walked in on that has left me feeling embarrassed.
I’ve tried sexy lingerie, I’ve tried leaving love notes, and I’ve tried opening a dialogue. All I get is, “I’m really worn out,” or “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”
He’s a good man, and of course I’ll always love him, but I’m worried we’re drifting too far apart. This has been going on for so long now.”
“Besides, reunions are about bragging about your achievements, not showing off your failures.”
“Hey! I’m proud of you, Brent, and I’m proud of our life together. Are you telling me that you’re embarrassed?”
A smile crosses my lips. It disappears when I see Brent slow dancing with Whitney.
Bothering me more than his dancing with another woman is the look on his face. He’s happy.
Truly happy. It’s a look foreign to me because it’s been years since I’ve seen it.
I never was part of that group. Funny how quickly they come back together after all these years apart.
“He was telling Nate that he’s really unhappy about things and needs a change. I think he might pack up and leave them all behind.”
My dress is over my head when I hear her giggle. At first, I’m not sure I am hearing right. Did I turn on the TV? No. Did someone come into the wrong room? Did I leave the door open?
“So, your divorce was a bad one, huh?” he asks. “Very. It’s okay, though. No kids to fight over, so what’s done is done. We were able to cut ties completely.” “He didn’t hit you or anything like that?”
“So life is better since your divorce? No regrets at all?” Brent asks.
“Hell no! Not one tiny regret. Ever.” Whitney of all people? She is model perfect, but her personality. Brent hated her in high school, and from what I’ve seen tonight, she hasn’t changed all that much. I bite down on my lower lip to prevent myself from accidentally making any noises.
“Whitney.”
“Are you happy?”
“Stop.”
“Answer me. Are you happy?”
“No! No, I’m not happy, and I haven’t been for a long time.”
Brent is the first in the bathroom, and an underwear clad Whitney is right behind him trying to peek around to see what’s happening.
“Whitney! You’re leaving me for Whitney? Oh, my gosh! How many others were there before her? Wait. I don’t want to know. No, I need to know.”
“Are you giving me custody of the kids? I guess so, being that they’d put a damper on your future lifestyle. The girls might understand, but the twins will… Never mind. We’ll be fine. Are you going to want to sell the house?”
“I didn’t toy with you. You have to know that. My feelings were sincere.”
“Were.”
“You said your feelings WERE sincere.” I slowly stand on unsteady feet.
“I’m going to make this easy on you. I want a divorce. I’ll take the kids, but you can see them when and if you like. All I want from you is the house, and that’s only because the kids are settled there.”
“Mallory, stop. Everything is being taken out of context. Things aren’t coming out right. I was wrong to bring Whitney in here tonight. I’ve been making a steady string of mistakes, but we can talk things over and work things out.”
“Brent, how are we supposed to work things out? You brought another woman into this suite with the intention of sleeping with her…” “I never committed to sleeping with her.”
“You still don’t get it, do you? I’m already gone, Brent. We’re over.” The elevator door opens, and I jump inside, mashing the button to close them as quickly as possible.
Images of Brent and Whitney assault my mind, and I scroll Brent’s words over in my head. I never committed to sleeping with her. What the hell does that even mean?
“I caught him in our room last night.” Nate looks confused.
“With Whitney.”
“What do you mean, ‘with Whitney’?”
“It’s exactly what it sounds like.”
“Whitney stripped to her underwear after Brent told her how unhappy he was. I heard the entire conversation from the bathroom.”
“Shit. He never told me that.”
When I returned to the gym a couple of hours later, I found him dancing with perfect Whitney, and I became jealous.”
“In a hotel room. Her in her underwear. Him telling her how unhappy he is with me.” “What the fuck, Mal! Who the hell with? The lady he was dancing with?” “Yes, Whitney.”
“I also overheard all of their conversation. The things he said. His words were hurtful and humiliated me more than any of his actions ever could. He’s not happy and hasn’t been for a long time.”
That betrayal cuts deeper because he confided in her, not me. He would never admit anything to me.
“That’s the point; he doesn’t want me to know, Iris. He wants to do this without me and the kids. He knows I’d do anything to help him achieve his dream, but he never gave me a chance to show him that.
He hurt me terribly, but I won’t let him do it again. I’m making it easy for him. I’m the one divorcing him. Our marriage has been over for a long time now.
“I was not trying to get into her pants, Mallory.” “Seriously, Brent? You’re going to say that when I WAS THERE!”
“You sure as hell didn’t turn her down.”
“No, I didn’t.” He hangs his head.
“Yeah, I found that out when you confided more to Nate’s ex-girlfriend than to me, your fucking wife.”
He squints his eyes, anger boiling over once again. “That’s because no one…” He shakes his head, raises a hand overhead, and stands.
“Never mind.”
“It’s because no one wants me.”
“What the hell is this with your lack of commitment all of a sudden? ‘I never committed to sleeping with her.’ ‘I’m not committing to a divorce.’ What ARE you committing to, Brent?”
“I’m going away for a few days with Uncle Nate. When I get back, I’ll be coming by to visit you guys, but I won’t be living here anymore.”
“Finally had it with the frump queen over there, huh? Can I live with you?” Natalie’s words are pure venom, and they cut me to the core.
Will I ever be able to get those words spoken between him and Whitney out of my head? What about the sight of them slow dancing, or her pushed up against him in her underwear?
“I’ve been offered the job and will be accepting it.”
“You said support me and the kids. Now that we’re separated, it’s just the kids you have to support.”
I glance down at where her finger once was to see a picture of Brent and some leggy blonde walking away from a sports car.
“Is there anything real about you, Whitney? Fake tits, fake hair, fake life. You’re such a whore!” Iris screamed.
The night in the hotel room, when I heard him confess how unhappy he’s been to Whitney, it crushed me. I can’t live with myself knowing I am the one doing that to him. The one holding him back. The one dulling his passion, his desire, his spirit.”