Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“But she didn’t?”
“The night before our twelfth anniversary, I found out she was both fucking your dad and taking the pill—and had been all along.”
How horrible. Nathan married me for revenge. He’s trying to get me pregnant for revenge. I shouldn’t have an ounce of sympathy for his situation, but the betrayal he endured literally hurts my heart. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You did nothing wrong.” He holds me closer. “You know they’re getting married next weekend, right?”
I freeze. “Dad and Julia? You’re sure?”
“You didn’t know?”
“I haven’t seen or spoken to my father in over a year. I broke into your house trying to find him. After he reneged on his promise to pay for my last year of college, I took out student loans. I was trying to find him, to talk to him… I could tell a woman lived there, but I had no idea you owned the house.”
“After the divorce, I let Julia stay. I couldn’t be where I had so many memories. She rents the place back from me. Doug moved in with her a few months back.”
“I’m so sorry. My life hasn’t been easy, but yours…”
“It’s at least half my fault. I was too myopic, too focused on getting ahead and providing, saving money for what I hoped would support the family we’d eventually have. I didn’t ask questions when I should have. I made excuses for her when I shouldn’t have. I just…stopped looking.”
“Nathan, you did what you were supposed to do. What a good husband would do. You tried to forge a future. You believed in her, trusted her, loved her.”
“I tried.” He shook his head. “It wasn’t enough.”
“If being with Eric taught me one thing, it’s that one person can’t love enough for both partners.”
He grips my chin and drags my face to his. Determination fills his dark eyes as he positions my body over his and thrusts deep inside me. “Don’t forget that. I meant it when I said I was never letting you go.”
Then he seizes my mouth, grips my ass, and drives himself inside me until I dissolve in his arms. Only then does he come inside me again and makes me forget everything but pleasure.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nathan
It’s late when Isabella and I land in Boston. Since I kept her awake most of last night, she’s tired, not to mention hungry and adorably cranky. Cradling her close and fighting the urge to shove my hand under her skirt just for the fun of watching her get off, I feed my bride the takeout of her choice, deliver her home, then tuck her into bed. Sleepily, she crawls beneath the covers and drops off in seconds.
I glance at my watch. It’s after ten, and it’s almost Christmas. I don’t give a shit. I intend to give my wife the most priceless holiday gift, something she wants more than anything in this world, all tied in a pretty holiday bow.
But I’m giving myself a gift, too. Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this…
Twenty minutes later, I pull up outside the apartment building I’ve only driven past. This time, I stop and park, darting up the stairs to the unit my wife used to share with her asshole of an ex. Since the lights are on, I pound on his door.
A man I’ve only glimpsed at a distance wrenches the door open, then looks me up and down. “Where’s my Chinese food?”
Of course the loser is alone tonight. He’s average—height, build, and looks. He’s obviously dumber than hell since he let Isabella get away.
I barge my way into his unit and slam the door. “I’m not here to deliver anything but a warning. And to take back what doesn’t belong to you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you?”
“I’m your ex-girlfriend’s husband.”
“You…” He recoils when he sees the wedding band on my finger. “Izzy is already married?”
“Yeah. As of last night, she’s my wife. So I intend to set a couple of things straight. First, when Isabella came here to collect her belongings, you didn’t let her take all of them. Are you hanging onto her dresses, shoes, and underwear for your personal use?”
He recoils like I punched him. “Fuck you. I don’t wear her clothes. I just wanted to talk things out. I don’t know why the hell she was so set on leaving in a tizzy.”
“Are you really unclear about why a woman would want to leave a man who can’t keep his dick out of other women? So, on top of being unfaithful, you’re stupid?”
He scoffs. “That shit with Mariah was just a little stress relief. It didn’t mean anything. I tried to tell Izzy—”
“Isabella doesn’t want your sloppy seconds. She’s much happier now, getting all the orgasms she can handle. You know, the ones you didn’t give her.”
“Get the hell out of my apartment, or I’m calling the police.”