Page 54 of Billionaire Hunt

“And I did take care of the hospital bill. I told them to send it to me and paid an advance up front.”

“I know you expect me to thank you, but you lied about our relationship to get that bill in your name.”

“I did what I had to do. I felt I owed you at least that much.”

“Well, thanks for that...because Grandma’s right, I don’t have insurance...”

“It’s no problem...” He moved closer to me and said, “For what it’s worth, I still care about you, Misha. I know I screwed up, but if you’re ever interested in giving me a second chance, I would take it in a heartbeat.”

I stared at him. Looking in his eyes, all I saw was sincerity. There was no guile, no ulterior motives. He was speaking the truth...at least his version of it.

I met his eyes and said, “Remember how you said we should have ended things between us a long time ago?”

He nodded. “But I didn’t mean that...we had our problems...all couples do...”

“Yeah, but you were right. We should have ended things between us a long time ago. We wanted different things from each other, different things from our marriage. Our marriage dissolved for a reason. We weren’t compatible from the beginning. It was just a classic form of opposites attract.”

“Don’t dismiss our whole marriage...We had some pretty good times.”

“When we were actively engaged in each other’s lives, yes. Otherwise we were just roommates who had sex with each other.”

“We loved each other, Misha.”

“At the very beginning, I think we did, but the rest of our marriage was just us playing our respective roles.”

He sighed, placed his hands on his hips and studied the ground before looking back at me. “You’re right.”

I smiled sadly. “I know I am.” I reached out my good hand to him and he took it. “Thanks for being here for me, Wyatt, but that’s not your role anymore.”

He looked at me for a long time and then leaned down and kissed my forehead. “You deserved better than how I treated you.”

“Yes, and we both deserved better than each other. Except you cheated...so maybe you’re a little less deserving...actually a lot less deserving.”

“Yeah, I’m in therapy for that now.”

“How’s it working out?”

He blushed and ran a hand through his hair. “So far so good...”

I stared at him and said deadpan, “You’re sleeping with your therapist, aren’t you?”

He gave me a boyish shrug. “We just clicked.”

I rolled my eyes. “Get out, Wyatt.”

“Funny,” came a voice from the door, “I was just about to say the same.”

“Who are you?” Wyatt said, turning in Erik’s direction. The two of them being in the same room did some weird stuff to my tummy or maybe that was the anesthesia wearing off.

“Erik meet Wyatt, my ex-husband. And Wyatt meet Erik, my, uhhh, ex-client.”

“Client?” Wyatt said with a question in his voice. He narrowed his eyes at Erik and Erik glared back; he walked slowly toward Wyatt who instantly stepped back. I thought Erik was going to hit him and then he circumvented him and came over to stand beside me.

He held a huge bouquet of multi-colored roses. “I didn’t know what color you liked, so I got them all.”

I reached for them and then caught myself. He was the last person I wanted to take gifts from. Instead, I said dismissively, “I’m not a fan of flowers.”

“Misha, I’m going to leave now,” Wyatt said, giving Erik a suspicious glance.