Searching for Harmony (Boston Love 1)

Looking back at her, I smiled. “She’s cute. I guess.”

Trey laughed. “You’re not jealous, are you, Harmony? It was your idea to date other people.”

Pushing Trey lightly on the chest, I chuckled. “No, I’m not jealous. I’m glad you’re going to ask her out. Trey, you know I’ll always love you.”

Pulling me into his chest and resting his chin on the top of my head, Trey whispered, “I’ll always love you, too, pumpkin.

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Four days later I found out I was pregnant and Trey never got to go out with Margie McDaniels. A few short months after that, we were married and had both made a promise to each other that we would really make an effort at this marriage for the baby. The love we had for our child was strong enough to hold our little family together.

Snapping out of the memory, it all hit me. Anger rushed through my veins as I started to feel sick. “Tell Dan I’ll be in Trey’s office.”

Margie jumped up. “Do you want me to go in with you? I can help you…um…pack up things if you need help. I pretty much know where Trey kept everything in that office.”

Feeling a lump form in the back of my throat, I whispered, “I’m sure you did, Margie.”

Her smile dropped as I spun on my heels and stormed into the office. Shutting the door, I locked it and placed my hand on my chest and fought to drag in air.

Oh my God. He was having an affair. Trey was cheating on me.

My mind spun as everything fell into place. The late dinners at work Trey supposedly had with his father. Trey avoiding me when I asked who his new receptionist was. The way he stopped touching me…even kissing me…around the same time Margie came to work for him.

Sliding down the door, I buried my face in my hands and cried.

The memory of Trey talking to me right before the accident popped into my head.

“Harmony, there’s something I’ve been needing to talk to you about.”

Lifting my face out of my hands, I looked through the glass window. “He was about to tell me. He was about to tell me he was sleeping with her.”

Standing up, I unlocked the door as I got a grip on my emotions. Walking forward, I stopped and looked at the pictures he had on his desk. One was of all of us in Florida. Picking up the picture frame, I ran my finger over Trey’s face as my heart broke a little bit more. Setting the picture down, I sat in the chair. I pulled out drawers, searching through them as if I knew what I was looking for. When I got to the bottom right drawer, it was locked.

Chewing on my lower lip, I tried to think where Trey would keep the key. Opening the middle drawer, I reached under the drawer and felt a key taped to the underside.

Pulling it off, I looked at it. My heart began beating faster as my hands shook. Squatting, I placed the key in the drawer and unlocked it. Slowly opening it, I let out a gasp as my hand slammed to my mouth and I fell backward.

“Dear God…Trey…Why?”

Turning my eyes away from the contents of the drawer, I fought like hell not to cry. I would never shed another tear over him. Not. One. Tear.

The door to the office opened. Staying on the floor, I waited to hear who it was.

“Um…Harmony? Are you okay?”

The sound of her voice made my skin crawl instantly. Inhaling a deep breath, I slowly stood up. Margie stood barely in the office. Dan was walking up behind her and smiled when he saw me.

“How long were you sleeping with my husband, Margie?”

Dan immediately stopped behind Margie.

Margie let out a nervous giggle. “W-what are you talking about, Harmony? Trey and I were not having an affair.”

Narrowing my eyes, I tilted my head. “Are you sure you want to stick with that answer?”

Dan cleared his throat. “Margie, Harmony’s been under a lot of stress, it’s probably best if you leave.”

Tossing my head back, I laughed. “I wonder, Margie. Did he fuck you on the desk? Maybe up against the wall like he did me.”