Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Let me know if it quits again,” Joseph tells me as he heads to the front door, not breaking his stride.
“Will do.” With my arms crossed, I stand in the foyer with him as he slips on his boots. “You coming on Sunday?” He missed the last two family dinners. I know he doesn’t need anyone nagging him, I’m just curious. I don’t hold it against him.
“Yeah, I should be able to. I think we’re getting into the flow of things.” I can see the hint of relief in his expression.
“Alright then,” I comment as he reaches in for a quick hug.
“See you Sunday,” he says, turning to leave.
“See you Sunday,” I repeat, shoving my hands into my jean pockets and watching him go. My voice is lowered, and I’m not sure if he hears me or not. But it’s alright.
Joseph shuts the door behind him, and I head upstairs to grab my wallet and keys so I can get going, too. As I shove the wallet into my back pocket, my eyes flicker to the dresser.
I don’t even think about walking over and pulling out the top drawer where the ring is. It just happens.
The small diamond twinkles. It looks brand new, as if my ex never even wore it. The thought makes me happier than it should. I wish I’d never given it to her. I felt obligated to. As I stare at the ring, the memories come flooding back.
I was her first, and her high school sweetheart. Not that there was anything sweet about her. We had some alright moments, but I felt chained to her. After all, everyone knew what we’d done.
They expected us to stay together. They expected all the little boxes to get checked off, and for us to do what we were supposed to. Her cheating on me was one of the best things that could’ve happened. It gave me an out. A heavy weight lifts off my shoulders as I realize how true that statement is.
And how fucking sad it is, that I would’ve married her, even knowing I never really loved her. Maybe back then I thought that was what life was supposed to be. But right here and now, no. I didn’t love her; not like I know how to love now. She damn sure didn’t love me.
As the thought hits me, my phone beeps in my back pocket.
My first thought is that it’s Grace. I’m surprised by how disappointed I am when I see it’s Cheryl.
Did Joseph leave yet?
My poor sister. All alone with little Miss Evie. I can just imagine her rocking their baby girl while sending this text and listening to her baby girl cry. It’s all a phase, but I already know she’s going to miss it when Evie’s over it. Maybe not the crying, but the wanting to be held. Hell, Joseph may miss it even more.
Just left. I type the message and add, Love you, just as she sends back her response.
Thanks. Love you too.
The trace of a smile picks my lips up, but then I see the time. Shit. I have to get my ass going. The ring flips back and forth as I roll my fingers over the thin band, making my way out.
There’s no way in hell I’m not getting married. My ma would kill me. Just the thought makes my steps down the stairs lighter. I’m not getting any younger. And it’s about damn time I had someone in my life. Someone like Grace. I don’t know if she’s the one. My heart flips at the thought of her in a white dress.
I want her, I know that much. But I don’t have to know any more than that. She’s mine for now, and we’re both enjoying ourselves. That’s what matters. There’s no need to put a label on it.
I grab my jacket off the coatrack and slip on my boots. She should be at the bar tonight, but she’s got a thing with my sister first. A deep chuckle vibrates up my chest. I’m sure she’ll have plenty to say about that.
Before I get in the car, I slip the ring in my pocket, knowing the church right up the street has a donation bin. I’m tossing the ring in there before I get to work. I need it gone and out of my life. There’s no way I’d give this ring to my wife. All this ring represents is my past. It was meant for Suzanne.
I never wanted her back. That ring was just a reminder of what I was going to end up with.
I’ll never settle. As that thought passes through my mind, I realize I should’ve thrown that damn thing away a long time ago.
Grace
Peeking at my phone again, I read the text from Charlie’s sister, Ali. It was sent to all the women in the bridal party.