I picked up a wine cork from my basket and chucked it at her head. “Shut up,” I said, glaring.
She smirked as she let the cork zoom past her, and she tucked her elbows into her side, entwining her hands together. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
My eyes moved to her, but I didn’t speak, and she went on.
“I mean, you say you fucked up. So, why aren’t you out fighting?”
“I am fighting,” I snapped. “What, do you want me to push myself on her?”
“No, I want you to get off your ass and prove to her why she should be with you,” Persephone said.
“She’s not a fucking trophy.”
“No, she’s your fucking wife,” she affirmed. “Act like it.”
My jaw clenched. I couldn’t argue.
I stripped off my shirt and headed into the bedroom.
“Something you need to take care of?” she asked.
“No,” I said, changing into workout shorts. “I’m going for a run. I’ll see where it takes me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - CHLOE
“HE SAID I’VE settled,” I admitted to Lana when I got home, a twinge of annoyance in my tone. “Can you believe that?”
I had texted Lana on the way home, my eyes blurry behind the tears streaming down my face, nearly wrecking several times. Although with the way I’d felt… that tangle in the pit of my gut, my heart ripped out of my chest, ears still ringing with his words… maybe a car crash would have been an easier feat than facing what Gavin had said to me.
There was a long silence on Lana’s end of the video call—long enough that I finished my wine and wiggled the cursor to make sure my computer hadn’t frozen.
"Are you still there?" I asked.
Lana avoided my gaze, tucking a curl behind her ear as she stared at the keyboard.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re not going to like my answer,” Lana muttered.
“What do you mean?” I questioned, preparing to get defensive.
Lana turned up her own drink and gulped the rest of it. “He’s right,” she said.
“About?”
“You settling.”
“What—no, I haven’t,” I argued. “Tyler is nice, he’s funny, he’s—“
“Boring,” Lana drawled, hanging her head back. She sat up and slapped her thighs, shaking her head. “Fuck, the only thing interesting about him is the fact that he has money, and he doesn’t even know how to spend it right,” she said. “He’s fucking boring. Admit it.”
“He is not—“
“He thinks he can fix everything with those gifts when you don’t even like shiny things,” she continued.
“That’s how his parents fixed things—“
“He doesn’t even realize you don’tlikeshiny things,” she added. “Which means he’s not paying attention to you.”
