Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I sent him a text, telling him I'd be making dinner tonight, asking him to come home right away. He sent me back a single letter: K. Do people not understand what it does when they send that single letter? Maybe he wants me to feel anxious.
Until I’m sure he’s being wise about how he conducts this investigation of his–and not running himself into the ground while he’s doing it–I can’t in good conscience leave him here alone. I simply don’t have it in me.
My cell buzzes on the counter, and I glance over at it while heating the gravy. Seeing Callum’s name and that it’s a text he sent makes me tremble. It’s been a couple of days since we last were together at the house, and I’ve welcomed the silence since then. What is there to say? I’m still angry with myself for making it so easy for him to do whatever he wanted, no matter how much I enjoyed it.
Curiosity won’t let me leave the phone where it is. No matter what I tell myself, I’m not strong enough to ignore his message. The phone almost falls from my hand before I can open the app to read the entire message.
Callum: You win.
Okay. If he’s deliberately trying to goad me into responding, it worked.
Me: Win? What did I win?
Callum: You gave me the silent treatment long enough to force me into texting you first. How are you?
How am I? I doubt there’s enough time to type out my response before leaving for work in the morning. There’s been plenty of time to think–obsess–over every moment we spent together that night and all the reasons why it will never work between us.
Me: I’m wondering why what I want and need never matters to you.
I doubt he was expecting that.
I can’t believe I said it–and now that I have, it’s like a dam has burst. My thumbs fly over the screen.
Me: I might as well be with Lucas all over again. He used to say and do things all the time that hurt me. Except in this case, I’m not being cheated on. I’m helping you cheat on the woman you’re still married to. No matter how often I tell you we can’t do it anymore, you still find a way to push me into it. I hate myself for that. You’ve made me hate myself.
Callum: That’s the last thing I want. I don’t know how to say it to make you understand. She means nothing to me, and the only thing keeping us married is the fact that she hasn’t signed the papers. You are not the other woman. There is no one else.
Easy for him to say.
Me: I am. Can you at least see how hypocritical this makes me look? Breaking up with Lucas for cheating on me and then turning out to sleep with a man who is still married to his wife.
Callum: I’m not married. We haven’t lived together for years.
Me: Semantics. You made me feel like a slut that day at the house, and I can’t forget the shame I felt. I was the whore in your bed, but worst of all, I was the last one to know. I didn’t get the chance to make a choice.
Callum: You’re right. I’m the one at fault.
Somebody catch me, I may faint from shock.
Callum: I should have told you instead of assuming it didn’t matter.
I should put an end to this before Dad gets home, except there’s heat spreading in my chest, anger and indignation and shame fighting to be heard.
Me: And then, when I need time to work things out and try to protect myself from getting hurt more, you tell me I deserve to be punished. How does that make any sense? How am I supposed to want to be with you when you treat my feelings like they don’t matter?
My heart’s thumping madly by the time I send that, and every moment I spend waiting for a reply makes breathing more difficult than before. Finally, the blinking ellipsis tells me he’s typing a response.
Callum: What can I do to make it up to you? Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. All that matters is making things right. I’ll do anything to get us back to where we were before–because no matter what you say now, we both know what we have is real. I want it back. I want you back for good. You can’t deny how we need each other, and you know in your heart there’s no ending to this. Why fight what’s bigger than both of us?
I wish he didn’t make so much sense. I wish I didn’t want so much to give in. It would be so easy and would feel so good… at least, at first. Until he ultimately makes me regret it.