He heads toward our bedroom, whistling. I hear the shower kick on, and then he starts singing. I haven't seen him this happy in months.
Bile rises in my throat, and I race to the small powder room, just in time to heave up anything still in my stomach. Tears streak my face as I sink to the floor. Pressing my hands to my chest, I feel the ache Jaxson has carved inside me.
I don't know how long I'm in here on the floor until I hear Jaxson calling my name.
“Melly, where are you?”
I clear my throat, trying to sound as normal as possible. “In the powder room.”
“Oh,” I hear him as he approaches the door. “I'm… uh… going to play golf with the guys,” he stammers.
I shake my head.Still with the lies. You'd think he'd had enough of women last night, wouldn't you?
“Okay.”
“See ya later, baby,” he says.
That was a month ago, and I haven't seen him since.
