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360 pages, Paperback
First published January 29, 2019
On this day, the anniversary of my family’s deaths, during a storm so similar to the one that had taken them he couldn’t be bothered to contact me? The fact that he had left me to grieve alone and worry about him on top of that spoke volumes. His cell going straight to voicemail for me while
I knew that car, who was driving it, and none of it equated to good things with that in conjunction with the man who walked through my door being my husband.
That car belonged to a woman I had once called a friend, and her signature perfume wafted in on the wind before my husband could make it through the door fully enough to close it behind himself.
You’re also the one who came to our home looking freshly fucked, smelling like my ex-best friend, wearing lipstick that certainly isn’t mine, and having her drop you off in my driveway.”
It pained me to admit this to myself, but even if he hadn’t had evidence of another woman on him when he came home last night, I had reached my breaking point. The fact that he was no longer interested in having a family with me – no matter how we had to go about that – and the fact that he had forgotten something so damn important to me, I had found the straw that always proverbially broke the camel’s back. Only this time, that straw was breaking my already battered heart.
I also heard the talk in town about how he wasn’t exactly being chaste during our separation either. Apparently, he’d given each and every one of the club whores a workout they wouldn’t soon forget.
“We may have been separated, but we were still married, Snake. We were still under the vows of marriage, and I was still taking in his last words to me when he never came back, called, or did anything but let me find out from strangers, and former friends, that the reason he never came back, called, or anything was because he was too busy buried balls deep in other women. I have to say, as a way to show you love someone, that falls pretty damn flat.”
“Really?” I asked. “You broke our marriage vows and you thought you were coming back here to me?” I asked in a serious, if quiet tone. “I did what?” He snapped back while turning an accusatory glare Snake’s way.
Apparently that was Julie. The ex-girlfriend. The one who was clinging to Smoke like she was the one who had just lost her sister and she couldn’t live a minute more without his arms wrapped around her.
Better yet, I’d like to know why Smoke hadn’t been with us during the service when he was clearly here and had plenty of time for Julie.
This day is different. This is redemption weather, come to wipe the slate clean and set things right. Those storms took too much from you before, now it’s time to give back. Your family is giving over our boys to us, and this storm is their way of blessing them.
