“Oh my god.” his secretary’s voice gasped and I could hear a few whispers as she probably placed her hand over the mouthpiece. “Sir…your wife…yes…divorce…”
When the voice returned, it was my husband’s and he said. “As you wish.”
Athena’s P.O.V
One month later.
“Why did you move back into his family home, Athena!” My best friend yelled over the phone and I pulled it away from my ears to stop her from bursting my eardrums. “You know those people don’t fucking like you.”
“The doctor says I need to be around people…to..to help me forget.” The last word ended in a choked whisper that had my best friend sighing. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend Isabel was next to me, rubbing my shoulders as we talked about everything and nothing.
“Baby, you could have come on this trip with me!” My phone vibrated with a video call request from her, asking to change the voice call to that. I clicked on the red button and her stunning caramel-toned face filled my phone’s screen. Behind was a breathtaking view of the glittering ocean from her floor-to-ceiling windows. “Take time off while the lawyers prepare the divorce papers. Being around those evil people would be way more toxic than–”
“Drop it, Isa.” I snapped, using my free hand to rub my flat belly. It was a habit I still hadn’t dropped. Hopefully someday…I I will.
Isabel flinched and a sad expression down-turned her lips. Shaking her head, she pressed her hand over her heart and tears filled her green eyes. “I swear I hate seeing you this way, Athena. I need you. Your son, Chris needs you and it’s time you stopped pushing him away.”
That did it.
I threw my phone across the room and watched it crash into the wall, shattering into parts I couldn’t keep count of. Hot tears burned my eyes and I dug the heel of my palm into my eyes to keep from crying. She didn’t understand half of what the fuck she talked about. Isabel had no idea how it felt…this gnawing ache in my chest. It was killing me slowly, robbing me of the will to continue, and as for my first child, Chris…
A key suddenly scraped in the lock, sending a jolt through me. I stiffened and schooled my expression to hide any evidence of my breakdown.
The front door creaked open and Rhysand walked in. I hadn’t seen him in what…Two weeks? Yet he didn’t even glance my way as he strolled towards the kitchen, muttering under his breath.