“He cheated on me.” And I’m supposed to just ignore that?
“People make mistakes, Olivia, and for someone who’s made a few of her own, you’re certainly on a high fucking horse.”
Is he for real? “I didn’t cheat on him.”
“No, you just left him,” he points out.
“I didn’t leave him,” I snap.
“You sure he knew that?” Wren retorts and I realize he doesn’t mean in the literal sense.
“I’m not arguing with you about this. You can’t compare how I decided to handle my miscarriages—yes plural—to him seeking solace in another woman’s vagina!” I try to keep my voice even, but I can hear the hysteria forcing my voice a few octaves higher. My heart hammers against my ribcage as I feel my body reacting to my words. Deep breaths, Olivia.
“No, but he needed you and you wouldn’t even look at him.” He crosses his arms across his chest, the bottom half of his tattoo sleeve peeking out from his scrubs.
“Because I was depressed!”
“That’s fair. But he begged you to see someone. He wanted to see someone, and you wouldn’t go.”
I shake my head and take a step back. “I’m not going to allow you to villainize me here. Did you tell him all of this?” I nod towards Bennett and he shakes his head.
He slides his hands into his pockets and looks down. “Of course not. He did ask why you didn’t have children though.”
“And
what did you say?”
He meets my gaze. “That he needed to talk to you about that.”
“Great.” I groan as I anticipate a long ride home if he’s going to ask me a million questions.
“I told him to give you some space about it, and not to bombard you with questions. I’m sure he’s pieced some things together.”
I turn around and take a step towards the driver’s seat before turning back around to face Wren. “You know it’s a real fucking shame when it becomes the mother’s fault over how she handles a miscarriage. Miscarriages.” I give him my back again when I hear his voice.
“You’re not the only one that suffered a loss, Olivia. And the fact that you still can’t see that makes you have to shoulder some of the blame as to why your marriage is the way that it is.”
Wren’s words ring through my head as I pull away from the hospital. I pull my sunglasses over my eyes as a way to shield my emotions from Bennett, who I can feel studying me from the other side of the car. “Are you okay?” he asks and I nod once.
“I’m fine. Are you hungry?”
“I ate at the hospital.”
“So that’s a yes?”
He chuckles. “I can eat, but I don’t want to disrupt your day.”
“It’s fine, they know I’ll be working from home for the rest of the week.”
“Is… is that okay?”
“Yep. I’ve also called SPR and told them what’s going on.”
“What did Jeff say?”
“Well…nothing because Jeff doesn’t work for SPR,” I tell him and I can sense his jaw dropping in my periphery.
“Say what?”