Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
He was not surprised to get Myrna’s voicemail.
“Sabre has shared that not only did you approach him after class, you gave indication to him that you’re watching my house. This will be my last communication with you, Myrna. I’m reporting your behavior to the police. If anything else happens, I’ll be petitioning for a restraining order. Now, I’ll remind you this is done, we are done, and I’ll encourage you to let it go. Please, move on with your life and let me move on with mine.”
He was watching Wyn approach the room by the time he finished leaving the voicemail, and he hung up.
She closed the door behind her.
“Okay, tell me,” she demanded, standing across the room from him.
He hated doing it, that feeling in his stomach intensifying, but he again didn’t delay.
He told her what was happening.
After he was done, for a moment, she said nothing.
Then she asked, “Do you think whatever is happening at the house right now is her?”
He also hated that he had to say, “I think it’s a good possibility.”
Wyn didn’t move from her position in front of the door, but she looked beyond him, toward a window. Though he knew she didn’t see anything because she wasn’t really looking.
She was reacting.
“Honey, I’m so fucking sorry—”
He didn’t finish when her eyes shot back to him.
“You have no responsibility for this,” she declared, her words short.
“I brought her into my life. My home. Our children’s lives.”
“When you did that, were you aware she had stalker tendencies?” Wyn asked.
His lips almost twitched at that, and he answered, “No.”
“So how do you bear any responsibility for her actions?”
“You’d feel the same way I feel,” he pointed out.
“Yes, I would. And when I told you I did, you would share very logically as well as resolutely that I bore no blame for another person’s deranged actions,” she retorted.
Remy had no reply to that.
Therefore, Wyn asked, “Why are you standing all the way over there?”
“Why are you standing where you are?” he returned.
She moved immediately to him.
And that hot feeling in his stomach lessened.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pressed down before she curled them around the sides of his neck and leaned into him.
Remy slid his arms around her and pulled her closer.
“We’ll get through this,” she said softly.
“All right,” he muttered.
She gave him a squeeze. “We will.”
And again, he was not thrilled he had to remind her, “She tracked down Sah.”
“Our son isn’t ten and unable to handle himself. He handled himself and her. Yves knows. We’ll share with Manon.” Remy’s gut wrenched at that. Wyn carried on, “They’ll stay alert, and we’ll be careful to keep communication open. She’ll move on.”
“If she’s broken into your house—”
“Then we’ll press charges.”
“Baby—”
Her expression tightened. “She means nothing to me, and what you two had is over. Regardless that she wishes to mean something to me, albeit something negative, and stay in your life, even if it’s an unhealthy way, we won’t let her. This will be communicated to her one way or another. And that’s it, Remy. The end.”
“You think it’ll be that easy?” he asked.
“If we make it that easy, yes,” Wyn answered.
Remy allowed his gaze to move over his wife’s face.
He noted her eyes were more green than brown.
She was pissed.
But she was also in his arms and not going anywhere.
“Then that’s what we’ll make it be,” he agreed.
It was slightly forced, but at hearing his words, she smiled.
Remy then said something else he detested saying.
“Let’s get this over with, get all the kids in here, talk to them, including Manon.”
“Your dad?”
“You told Sah when you went to get him, did you do it in a way Dad and Manon heard?”
“No, Guillaume and Manon were setting up his Disney Plus. He doesn’t already have it. Apparently, neither he nor Colette watch much TV, which is pretty admirable. But I digress. They didn’t hear.”
Getting that answer, Remy shook his head. “Then no. I don’t want him worrying about this. Can you figure something out to keep him occupied, or stay with him while I talk with the kids?”
Wyn nodded, rolled up on her toes and touched her mouth firmly to his.
“I’ll be right back,” she said as she rolled away.
He let her go.
He’d find out that it wouldn’t just be “it.” It wouldn’t simply be “the end.” Not after he talked to the kids, and when they were on their way to the family room to carry on with their plans, he got a call from Bill.
The break-in was Myrna. The police caught her in Wyn’s closet.
By the time they got there, she’d filled three garbage bags with Wyn’s shoes and purses, what she intended to do with them, she had not yet shared.
Bill asked what Remy wanted him to do.
Remy told Bill to press charges.
Bill assured Remy he’d see to that and then said, “Be with your mom and dad, with Wyn, the kids. You’ll be home Monday. That’s soon enough to deal with this woman’s shit.”