Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“No, you fool. I was at a dance club.” I throw my other shoe at him. “Get out. Just get out and let me pack.”
“I want it noted that I didn’t want this,” he states, then goes to open the door again.
“Have you fucked anyone else but me since we’ve been together?” I ask before he leaves.
Kyler lifts his eyes from his phone and locks them on me. “No,” he answers.
A sigh leaves me.
“Though I have thought about it.”
I feel the tear leave my eye instantly. I can’t stop it, and I quickly swipe it away. “I’ll find a lawyer to draw everything up,” I tell him.
“I won’t give you any of my business, Oriana. I worked too damn hard for it.” I take a deep breath and remember not to kill my husband. I say nothing and keep on packing. “I mean it,” he adds. “Everything here is mine. You can take your things, but that’s it.” I throw another shoe at him, hitting the doorway instead of my target as he finally walks out. He wouldn’t be where he is if it wasn’t for me. I helped him get there, and I helped him maintain his status.
Fuck him.
I hear his footsteps as he walks away, then listen closely as the front door shuts. My phone starts to ring, and I answer it without even thinking twice.
“Pink?” the voice on the other end questions. I pull the phone away from my ear and note it’s a private number.
“Now is not the time.” A hiccup leaves me, and I struggle to hold back the tears.
“Are you crying?” Jake’s voice floats through the phone.
“Yes, I’m currently packing my stuff and getting ‘only my things’ out as requested by my soon-to-be ex-husband. I have to go. I need to work out what I’m going to do.” I hang up before he can say another word. I should have asked why he was calling, but the last thing on my mind is what Jake wants.
I have half the closet packed and ready to go when my doorbell rings. While I head downstairs, I make sure to wipe away my tears before I pull the door open.
A man is standing there, dressed in a mover’s outfit.
“Oriana?” he asks.
“Yes, that’s me,” I answer.
“Perfect. Where should we start?” He comes right in, and I look at him, confused.
“Start?”
“Yes, moving your things. We received an urgent request.”
“From whom?”
He checks his paperwork before he answers, “Jake.”
Chapter 8
Take that, bitch
Oriana
I took everything I purchased.
Everything.
I left the asshole with one couch and his office untouched. Not because I was being vile but because it was all technically mine. He seems to have conveniently forgotten that fact. I wonder if he even realizes it was me who paid all the bills. Yes, he is the major money earner, but I also earn a wage.
This reminds me I’ll have to find another job. Thankfully, I have saved a lot of money while we were together. Not thinking a day like this would come, but just because my mother always taught me to save.
I was able to move straight into my brother’s place. He lives alone, and he’s local, and even better, he is usually away, traveling. He takes photographs for a living, something to do with scenery.
Tonight, he’s off to Iceland of all places. It’s his favorite place to take his pictures and he is amazing at what he does. He started by taking photos of Kyler, then left him early on to do what he does now. And he hasn’t looked back.
I stand back as the mover brings the last box into my brother’s kitchen, and I cringe when I see it’s all taking up so much room. Luckily for him, he has a three-bedroom home. And while I will have one, all my stuff is about to be crammed into the second bedroom.
“How much do I owe you?” I ask the mover, and he smiles.
“All paid for, plus a big tip.” He winks before he leaves. Paid for? I reach for my phone and call Jake straight away.
“Thank you,” I say quickly before I hang up, not wanting to hear what he has to say because I don’t want to have jumbled thoughts right now.
I’ve only just left my husband, a man who I thought I would be married to forever. I guess his version of forever and mine are two entirely different things.
“Shit, how am I meant to move around in here?” Harvey asks, looking around as he enters the house with his camera slung around his neck.
“I’ll move most of it,” I tell him. My hands slide to my hips as my phone starts ringing. When I see Kyler’s face flash on the screen, I put it down on one of the boxes.
“It will get easier,” Harvey says, and I wipe away the tear that managed to escape.