I tap the chat, and he sends a location: Golden Apple Club.
The typing indicator pops up, then a message: [
[Wanna swing by?] [
I glance out–pitch black.
It’s after 9 PM.
Sure, I owe him dinner, but this is late. He’s probably eaten, anyway. Clubs aren’t exactly dinner spots.
I start to type that I’m in bed, but another message comes:
[Chad and Vance are here. Your husband’s wasted. Wanna come get him?] []
Treply:
[On my way.]
At Golden Apple Club, I pause outside the door when Vance’s voice drifts through: []
“Chad, how long you gonna play with that secretary?” ||
“Another month.” |
“Your memory comes back in a month?”
Vance’s teasing cuts like ice. My blood freezes.
Igape through the crack at the man inside. []
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He’s lounging on the couch, wine glass in hand, every bit the charming Chad I know–but he says, “Time for
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“Go for it,” Vance smirks. “Amnesia’s the perfect excuse to play around.” []
new flavor.”
My knuckles white on the doorknob, I’m ready to explode. |
Then Shane’s gaze meets mine across the room.
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My heart stops—until he looks away subtly: []
“If you hate being tied down, get a divorce.” [
My hand freezes.
“Playing games is low move,” Shane adds. [
Chad meets his eye, dead serious: “I’m not replacing my wife.” He adds, “I love Joan.” []
That “love” makes me sick.
“Then why lie to her? You’re a dick,” Shane says.
Chad, who’s always gotten along with Shane, doesn’t take it as an insult. []
He thinks for a second, then shrugs:
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My Husband Left Me for a Secretary–His Billionaire Buddy: Finally, Time to Crown My Queen!
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“Like Vance said–even your favorite meal gets boring after ten years. Joan’s great, but she’s pushing 30. Can’t compete with 20–year–olds. Young girls are wild, know how to have fun. Once you try, you get it.” [
He grins at Shane and Vance: “I envy you guys for staying single.”
I can’t believe my ears.
This is Chad? The man I thought was perfect? His words are filthy.
I don’t open the door. I stumble to my car, sobbing. []
All those years I thought we had a fairytale–turns out it was rotting from the inside.
The man who swore he’d die without me is just as sleazy as any cheater.
Twenty years together… how could he do this?
At a red light, I grip the wheel, shaking. []
The pain is unbearable, like needles in my skin. []
When the light turns green, I hit the gas on reflex. A truck swerves around the corner.
I yank the wheel-*crash*-into a flower bed.
As darkness takes me, I see a man running toward me, shouting.
