Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
They’ll be there.
My parents.
They’ll be here for me.
They believe in me.
They see me.
My jaw muscles twitch and I nod, looking from my mom to my dad.
I can do this.
For them.
For her.
For me.
I will fucking do this.
q
Meyer
I can do this, I repeat for the hundredth time in the short walk from my apartment to the athletic department, and while I’m not so sure I believe it, I am doing it.
I’m so done living under the thumb of another. I can’t do it anymore.
The only thing he has over me is that prenup, but I made the sacrifice he demanded, one he used his own daughter as a pawn in. I gave up the man I love, so the man I married couldn’t take my daughter from my arms.
But I won’t give up anything else. Not my time, not my name, not my future.
I needed him this year. He knew it and I hated it, just like I’m sure he did.
Had I walked away when I realized what a piece of shit he truly was, I would have had to drop out of college because I could never afford to pay my own way, no matter how many part-time jobs I could find. Leaving him would have meant digging myself into a bigger whole, and Bailey deserved more. So, I took the little he offered and found the smallest bit of comfort in the fact that my daughter would have a safe place to call home. That, and the knowledge that within a few short years, years she wouldn’t even remember, I would graduate with the tools I needed to provide for her on my own. We would be free of Thomas Reid, and she would never be exposed to the hate inside his heart.
Just like I’ll never allow him to know the pain he’s caused mine.
It was devastating when he painted me a promise of sunsets and delivered instead a thunderstorm of destruction, but that was nothing compared to the hollow ache inside of me now.
But even through the pain and longing, there’s relief, and the guilt the sensation causes only brings more pain.
I don’t need Thomas anymore.
So, it’s with that thought I hold my head high and step into his office, knowing he’s due out the door mere minutes from now.
His head jerks up and he flies from his seat, but the man freezes when I lift my hands as high as my chest and let the crappy laptop he gave me fall to the old wood with a loud slap.
“What the hell are you doin’?” He glares. “I know you saw the bus loading up out-front. You should be far away from here right now.”
I take a deep breath, and say, “I quit.”
His eyes narrow farther. “What do you mean you quit?”
“I mean, I’m done. With this job, with this school, with all of it.”
“You’re dropping out?”
“I’m transferring to Florida.”
Shock overtakes his face, but he can’t hide the hint of hope, and it’s disgusting. Expected, but disgusting, nonetheless.
“What?” he asks slowly.
“Yep, and since you can probably access anything related to me, husband, I’ll tell you.” I nod. “I got a new scholarship, completely academic, so there’s no need to report my spouse’s income. Bailey gets a spot in the child development program, and they have family housing. We leave when school’s out, and we won’t be coming back.”
His eyes narrow. “I won’t be mailing checks across the country.”
“I wouldn’t accept them if you did.”
“I won’t be signing any divorce papers either.”
“As if I could afford to file against you.”
He licks his lips, his chin tipping slightly. “Is this about—”
“Don’t,” I rush, shaking my head, willing my tears not to show themselves. “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence. You don’t get to ask questions and I don’t have to answer to you anymore. I know full well what that contract requires of me, but there isn’t a thing in there that says I have to stick around and face you every day. So, I’m leaving and I’m taking my daughter with me. And before you try and throw it out there in spite, let me tell you now.” I plant my hands on his desk and lean forward. “I know you don’t care so go ahead and smile, wave ... laugh even. It makes no difference to me.”
“You know this only got complicated when you started sniffing around my pitcher.”
“No,” I don’t mean to whisper, but that’s the way my voice comes out. “This got complicated when you manipulated me into marrying you for your own benefit.”
“You took what I offered, did you not?”
“I was naïve and afraid, and you took advantage of that to save your own ass, but you had been doing that all along, right? So I shouldn’t’ have been surprised.” I lift a shoulder, shaking my head at the vile man in front of me. “I should have realized that when after we met in the hall of the tutoring center, you started showing up, offering me rides home, but only on my late nights. Never in the daylight. If not then, definitely the night you kissed me in the parking lot in front of my dorm, but only after you rolled up your tinted windows. I should have saw right through you, but I was young and dumb.” I push upright and he stares at me a moment, his hand coming up to rub at his jaw. “Good thing I’m not that girl anymore.”