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Dropping my head back, I blow out a breath, trying not to lose my temper, before meeting his gaze again. “Wyatt, I’m going to say this as plainly as I possibly can. I don’t know that man. I’ve never seen or spoken to him before, in my life. I don’t know anything about a hotel reservation in Seattle and I fucking love you with every ounce of my body. I don’t want to leave you but I’m also starting to wonder if I can keep doing this.”

“Doing what? Being with me?” He shakes his head, pain flashing through his eyes before he shuts it down. “Why did you even come back, Piper? Did you feel like breaking my fucking heart one more time for fun?”

Tears spring to my eyes as I shake my head. “Wyatt, I would never. I love you. You know that… we’re Wyatt and Piper and you are the only man I’ve ever loved.”

“You know, for ten years, I knew you were a cold bitch based on the way you left me last time but I’ve got to give you props because this is a new fucking level.” His gaze drops to my belly and that pain is back. “Is the baby even mine?”

A sob rips through me as I stare at him and cover my belly with my hand like I can somehow protect our child from the hate he is flinging at me right now. Tears stream down my face as I shake my head, staring at him and trying to find a little piece of the man I love.

“How could you say that to me?”

He shrugs. “How could you cheat on me?”

“I’m not cheating on you, Wyatt!” I scream, my heart aching so bad that I don’t know how I’m still standing as heat flushes through my body and I clench my teeth. “You promised you wouldn’t throw my past in my face ever again.”

“This isn’t the past we’re talking about. It’s right now and I have all the evidence I need.” He turns and marches down the hallway to the bedroom as I follow behind him, my heart climbing into my throat.

What is he doing?

When I step into the room, pain splinters through me and more tears slip down my cheeks as I try to take a breath but I’m crying too hard. Wyatt has a duffel bag open on the bed and he’s throwing his clothes inside haphazardly. His hate filled gaze flicks to me and he stops, turning and grabbing the bag from the bed, zipping it up as he walks toward me. “I’ll sign the papers in the morning.”

My brows draw together as I stare up at him, wishing this was a dream or some kind of cruel joke. “The papers?”

“The divorce papers,” he says before brushing past me and storming out of the house. My heart races and my mind spins as I stumble backward into the door frame and reach for the other side to keep my self upright. Another sob tears through me and I fall to the floor as pain swallows me up and spits me back out in the house that used to be my home.