Which means the husband has to go.
As soon as possible.
The sooner, the better.
It’s already been too long.
I’ve been kept in the dark, and there are very few things I despise more than that because it goes against everything I am.
I should’ve pushed harder for answers. I should’ve insisted she tell me the truth. I should’ve dug deeper when she warned me I’d hate her once I found out.
A miscalculation on my part.
One I won’t repeat.
I hate her for deceiving me, or I thought I did, and in the heat of the moment I thought she was a cheat because what else is a man supposed to think when he discovers the woman he’s been sleeping with is married?
Marriage generally comes with a husband, and a husband generally comes with sex.
That was the part I hated most.
The thought of her being a cheat.
I can’t fucking stand cheaters.
But after I calmed down and actually thought about it, I realised there was something else she said that I’d conveniently ignored.
She said she doesn’t love him.
And that changes things.
Because what twenty two year old marries someone they don’t love?
People marry young all the time, but they usually do it because they’re in love, and Piper was adamant she wasn’t.
Which means there is a chance she never wanted any of this in the first place.
Of course, that assumes she was telling the truth.
And right now, I’m no longer sure what to believe.
With that thought still rattling around my head, I knock on the door.
I wait.
No answer comes.
I knock again, louder this time, and when that gets me nowhere either, I take out the key card and let myself in.
Don’t ask.
I have a key to her dorm room.
Does she know?
Irrelevant.
The moment I step inside, her scent fills my lungs, and I take my first proper breath in days.
