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Chapter Twenty-Five
Wyatt
I clench my fists to keep my hands from shaking as I stomp out of the studio. The door slams behind me but I ignore it. Images of Piper with another man flash across my vision, fueling me as I jump behind the wheel of my truck and peel out of the parking spot. Pain blooms in my chest, pain like I haven’t felt in ten goddamn years and I grit my teeth as I peel out of the parking space and press the gas pedal all the way to the floor. I’ll be better once I put a little distance between me and my lying wife. My mind spins as I fly down the quiet street, going over the last ten minutes again and again in my mind and wondering where the hell I went wrong. Things have been so damn good between Piper and me but those flowers tell a different goddamn story. My knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard and I wish I could just crack it in half as rage flows through me. I feel like my hand is attached to live wire, electricity sparking through me and making me want to crawl out of my own skin. My mind spins as I try to put it all together but it just doesn’t make any sense. Who the fuck is sending my wife flowers?
And more importantly, why would she do this to me again?
Why would she do this to us?
My heart cracks in half as I think about going back to the way things were before she walked back into my life and I shake my head, fighting the urge to throw up.
Why would she do this to me again?
The thought bounces around in my head, driving me to the point of madness, before reality crashes down on me and I suck in a breath.
Oh, fuck…
Piper never cheated on me.
Almost like I’m walking through a haze, things become clearer and I run a hand over my face.
Jesus Christ.
What the hell did I just do and what was I thinking?
Piper wouldn’t cheat on me. Not now that we’re back together and trying to have a baby. Not when she could have had anyone she wanted only a month ago.
“Fuck!”I scream, punching the steering wheel so hard I hear a crack but I ignore it. It’s not what is important right now.
Goddamn it.
I fucked up so bad.
Shaking my head, I slam my foot on the brake and as soon as the truck slows down a little bit, I yank the wheel to one side, flipping around right in the middle of the street before flooring it to head back to the studio. Maybe she will still be there and I can apologize for being such an epic dumb ass.
I can’t believe I yelled at her like that.
What the hell was I thinking?
My chest feels tight as I race back toward her, hoping and praying that she will hear me out long enough to make it up to her but when I get back to the studio, her car is gone.
“Goddamn it,” I growl, pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing her number as I head for home. My parting words ring in my ears and I hope to God she’s not there packing.
Fuck.
I can’t lose her again.
Her voice mail picks up and my heart climbs into my thorax as I toss the phone into the passenger seat.
Oh, this is so, so bad and also, perfect with all the other shit I’m dealing with. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind and I don’t know what to do with all this goddamn guilt and worry twisting itself into a poisonous little cocktail inside me. Spots flash in my vision and panic claws at my throat as I reach over and grab my phone before dialing her number again.
“Please, Piper,” I whisper, my free leg shaking like crazy. Just as I pull up in front of the house and park my truck, her voice mail picks up and I grit my teeth, almost crushing the little piece of plastic. Her car isn’t here either and my heart kicks against my ribs as I wonder if maybe I was right.
What if she went to him?
Shaking my head, I push the idea from my mind as I grab my phone and pull up the tracking app I put on her phone right after the break-in at the club. She doesn’t know about it yet and I know she’ll be pissed but I really had the best intentions. There is also a tracker on her car, in her purse, and embedded in the necklace I bought her in Charleston. Getting that one was kind of tricky, though since I had to do it in the middle of the night and hide it well enough that she wouldn’t see it.
So far, it’s worked.
