I don’t remember getting back to the Four Seasons. My mind is a clusterfuck of emotions. My heart is hammering hard in my chest.
One side of me is unable to believe that my Spencer is capable of cheating on me.
The other side is unable to believe that ten days with me could ever compete with ten years with her.
She’s beautiful.
Lara’s words come back to me from the first time we saw him.
“He dates power women. CEO’s, fashion designers, models, women like that.”
I stumble up the stairs and place the key back inside the pocket of his suit pants. I sit on the bed in a state of shock.
I have no idea what to do.
* * *
It’s just gone 6:00 p.m., and I’m sitting at the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in my hand. I’ve had a horrible day.
Imagining him with her, all their years together, the history they share… it’s driven me insane.
Does she satisfy him better than I do?
Of course, she would.
My phone rings and the name Spencer lights up the screen.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Hi, angel.” His happy voice is practically singing down the phone.
“Hey.” My nerves begin to swirl deep inside my stomach.
“Listen, baby, I forgot that I have a work dinner on tonight.”
I close my eyes and get a lump in my throat. “Sure.” I force the words past my lips.
“I don’t know what time it’s going to finish, so I’ll just see you tomorrow night, okay?”
My eyes fill with tears. He hasn’t slept away from me since we got together. “Okay,” I whisper.
“You okay?”
I shake my head as I screw up my face in tears. “Sure,” I lie. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a nice night.” I hang up, unable to hide my emotions from him for one moment longer.
I drop the phone and walk up the stairs, my body working on autopilot. I open the wardrobe door and go to the suit pants to feel inside the pocket. I check the other pocket and I check again.
The key is gone.
It was there this morning.
Spencer came back here today while I was at work to get the key.
I drop to the floor of the walk-in wardrobe, and my face creases with the agony of it all.
He’s with her now.
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