My chest aches. Wife.
God, I miss her. So damn much.
“She chose you,” he says gently. “Now go choose her.”
The truth is, I already have. I know, deep in my heart, I want her, but everything is so messy and stressful.
When you’re with her it’s not…
“I don’t know if she still wants me,” I admit, hating how true those words are.
I want to go to her.
Jonah steps closer and drops his voice. “Then go fight for her.”
I really want to go to her.
I exhale slowly, and silence stretches between us.
I really, really want to go to her.
Jonah claps a hand on my shoulder.“Go get your wife.”
I’m going to go to her.
For the first time in days, something sparks in my chest. Hope. I’m gonna go get her back.
33
Silvie
I barely makeit to the trash can when I grip the sides of the metal can and throw up like my body is staging a hostile takeover. Again.I moan and grab a tissue, glancing around to see if anyone saw. It’s not something I imagine baddie CEOs are supposed to do. I sink back into my chair and close my eyes.
“It’s okay,” I whisper to myself. “You’re fine. You’re absolutely fine.”
There’s a soft knock on my office door, and it opens because only Wilby doesn’t wait for permission. He slips in like he owns the place, and honestly, he pretty much does.
He says nothing, just searches my face and sets a plate of toast down in front of me and a can of Sprite beside it.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“You look like hell,” he says gently. “I rescheduled all of your afternoon appointments. Until further notice. You need rest.”
“Okay,” I say.
“Now, I know you’re a mess. You never agree to rest,” he says as he studies me. His eyes are worried, and that makes me nervous. He’s not just my right-hand man. He’s my best friend, which means I can’t lie to him and pretend that everything is okay when he obviously knows it’s not.
He plops a small brown paper bag onto my desk, and I glance at it and back up at him. I’m too tired to ask what it is.
“I have four sisters,” he says softly. “Open it.”
My fingers feel shaky as I pull the top apart and peer inside. A pregnancy test.
I freeze. “No.”
“Silvie…”
“No, no, no,” I plead as I look up at him.
