Divorce.
It feels like sandpaper. I never thought I’d actually get a divorce from Marcus of all people. When we got married, I thought that was it. That I found my person.
Life was easy then.
Everything feels discombobulated and fuzzy. I don’t know what the future is going to bring and I hate that feeling.
That dream house? I lost it because I was so distracted when I found out that I was still married, another couple swooped in and made an offer.
It sucks, but I guess it wasn’t the house for me.
Things might need to settle down before I start looking at houses again. Heather should understand. I mean, she’s the one that brought up the license issue that made me realize we were still married.
Fuck. Marcus and I are still married. I really don’t know how long that is going to take to sink in.
This is not how I pictured spending my fall break. Moving into a new house and decorating? Yes. Trying to untangle the strings of a marriage I thought wasn’t actually a marriage to a man I haven’t seen in seven years? No.
Like I said, I’ll figure it out at home—a house to find, no more hockey, and a husband to divorce.
Chapter Twelve
HARPER
“Harper, how is the school carnival coming along?” Jimmy, our school principal, asks me.
I look at my notes in front of me—a long completed checklist of to-dos for the big festival in two weeks. “We’re looking for extra volunteers to help with a few of the activities. Petting zoo, games, dunk tank. If we can get half a dozen or so, I think we’ll be ready.”
“Great.” Jimmy nods. “Let me know if you have any trouble getting people to sign up and I’ll start making some calls.”
“Thanks.”
“And no issues with any of the vendors?”
I shake my head. “No. I’ve reconfirmed everything with the PTA chair who is working with them and we’re on track. It’s going to be a great fundraiser this year.”
“Good.”
I make a few notes about other discussion items before our weekly staff meeting for teachers in lower grades wraps up.
Rina bumps my arm as we walk out of the conferenceroom. “You know you don’t always have to help organize this, right?”
I stuff the pen into the ring of my notebook. “I know, but I like doing it. I have the time, so why not?”
“You could have more of a life if you wanted to.” Rina’s eyes lock on to something in the lobby.
“What?” My eyes flit to where she’s looking and I stop in my tracks.
“I’ll see you later,” she whispers.Oh my God!she mouths.
The minute I landed back in Nashville, Rina was at my door. There were more than a few tears as I told her everything that happened. It’s still hard trying to wrap my head around everything Marcus told me. Talking it through with Rina helped, but it still feels so jumbled in my head.
Of course, it didn’t help that when I told her everything, she pulled out her phone to search for Marcus. Picture after picture of him playing through the years.
She would not shut up about how gorgeous my husband is.
My husband. That sounds weird to even say. Especially now that I’m seeing him again at school.
There was one thing Rina was not wrong about—how gorgeous Marcus is. Standing in a tight, long-sleeved shirt and jeans, it’s unfair how sexy he can look without even trying. His thick, brown hair is disheveled, with a piece flopping over into his brown eyes.
