Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“I’m divorcing him. Our marriage wasn’t good. And at the time, he was all I thought I had,” I manage to say.
“I’m sorry.” Those two little words are filled with regret, and they heal a small part of me.
Like I wasn’t the one people ran away from.
That they had to escape.
I wasn’t the problem.
I hold back the tears at the realization and smile at him. “How old are your kids?”
“Rebecca is eighteen, and Jackson is twenty.” His smile is so large when he talks about them, and I can tell he’s proud of them. “Rebecca is deciding what she wants to do in this life. And Jackson? Well…” He shrugs. “At first, I thought he wanted to take after me and go into finance, but then he changed and took all his savings and invested in a business. He owns a motorcycle shop. He loves them.” Motorcycles will forever remind me of the man with chocolate eyes, whose lips I still feel tingling on mine.
We talk for another few hours before I decide to leave, with a plan to meet the rest of his family—my family, I guess you could say. He tells me I don’t have to, that it could just be us getting to know each other for now. But I have family now, more than just Savannah. I would love to know them.
On my way to the hotel, I check my cell and find a picture of my books, sent from Milo with the caption, Read to me…
I smile the whole way back.
“So, he’s nice?” Letti asks a few days later. If I don’t reply to her texts within a few hours, she calls.
“Yes, and his family is so lovely. I honestly thought his wife wouldn’t like me. But she was so kind,” I tell her as I’m lying on the bed. Savannah is getting ready to leave to go home. “Have they found him?” I whisper to Letti.
“No, they haven’t, but Milo will. I have no doubt.” I chew on the skin of my lip. “I think he misses you,” she says cautiously. When I don’t reply, she changes the subject.
“Mason asked to move in with me.”
“Really? What did you say?”
“That I’ll think about it. I don’t want to rush anything, you know?”
“I do.” It’s why I had to walk away from Milo. The old me would have stayed and done whatever he asked; I know that. But now I have changed and won’t do what others want me to do just because they can manipulate me.
“Do you plan to stay there?” she questions.
“I’m going to stay for a few weeks at least, then maybe do some traveling. I have this money now, so why not.”
“Hell yeah,” she agrees.
“Want to come to Thailand with me?” I ask. “My treat.”
“Oh my God, are you kidding?” she screams. “When should I pack my bags?”
I laugh. “I have to get a passport first, but I will expedite it.”
For the first time in a long time, my life feels like it’s mine.
Fuck, I love that feeling.
Chapter 35
Milo
“Hunted.”
We’ve been keeping an eye on his house, but he hasn’t shown up for a while. His mother, on the other hand, is currently standing in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at me.
“You,” she seethes, looking me up and down. “My son told me about you. How you’re obsessed with his wife.” She makes a weird tsking sound with her tongue. “I told him not to marry her. Look at the trouble you have caused.” She shakes her head.
“Where is he?” I ask, trying to keep my cool.
“As if I would tell you that,” she scoffs, scrunching her nose up. People are out and staring as I stand toe-to-toe with her, though she’s a lot shorter than me. “My son is good, and you are…” She looks me up and down again. “Not.”
Morris laughs behind me and shakes his head, and her glare shoots to him, making him laugh even louder.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing at. You’ve made this town cheap with your biker ways. It’s so much less because you are in it.”
“Mrs. Petal,” I begin, then lean in so only she can hear. “Your precious son is a drug dealing, whore pimping fucker who owes me a lot of money.” I pull back. “Be sure to tell him that I want my money back.”
Her eyes go large, and she gasps as her hand covers her mouth. “H-he works in construction. He said you had troubles,” she stutters.
“Yeah, constructing fucking drugs,” Morris mutters.
She turns her shocked expression on him. “He said his wife will have the money,” Mrs. Petal says.
Does Cody know about Elizabeth’s money?
Fuck, I hope not.
“Make that girl pay it.”
“I think she has paid enough of his debts, wouldn’t you say, Mrs. Petal? And if he doesn’t pay, I will be visiting you.” I wink at her and slide my sunglasses on before I stalk off. She says something else, but I don’t listen.