“Are you really surprised?” I cross my arms. “I won't throw you out because you're Rivers' mum, but I want you out.”
She rips the papers in half, screaming like a child who just lost her favourite toy.
“You’re not divorcing me. This is my house too.”
I glance at the torn pages, then back at her. “I’ll print more.”
“I won't sign them.”
“You will, so don't test me.”
She jabs a finger at my chest. “I refuse.”
I step into her space, voice deadly calm. “You've got a week. Then I will take you to court. And trust me—no judge is siding with you.”
Rose shoves me. “You'll regret this.”
I lean down. “The only thing I regret is thinking you were worth losing the best friend I ever had for.”
The sex was absolute shit on her part, too.
Her face reddened. “You didn't care when he left with Willow, so why pretend now?”
“I’ve always cared.” I snap angrily. “She was a child. And you didn't give two shits. She deserves better. So does River.”
I watch as she stomps her foot. “You wonder why I cheated? You haven't touched me in forever. Always working. I've tried on multiple occasions with you, but you can't even get it up anymore.”
This again.
In all honesty, I couldn't stand the thought of being anywhere near her, and I know for a fact my dick would shrivel up like a prune if I even tried.
“I can get it up just fine. You just don't do it for me anymore.”
I give her one last look before I make my way toward the door. “You're sleeping on the couch,” I grunt, looking over my shoulder. “I’ll bring the divorce papers back tomorrow.”
I don't wait for a response.
The moment I step away to head to bed, it's like something loosens inside me—an ache I've carried for years finally easing. Leaving her feels like breathing properly for the first time in a long while. My marriage is over.
Done.
Thank fuck.
I’m not stupid enough to think this will be easy. Rose never lets go without a fight.
She can spit venom at me. She can threaten, manipulate, play whatever game she thinks will scare me into backing down. I can handle all of that.
But if he so much as thinks about hurting Willow—if she even adds even one more crack to a woman who's already holding herself together with sheer will—then there won't be a court, a god, or a damn thing in this world that will stop me from ruining her.
Chapter 8
Willow
Two years ago
Every Saturday, no matter the weather, we went to the beach.
It was our thing. Our constant.
