Page 182 of Goodbye Note

“No, she’d be too embarrassed to give him that kind of win.” I scrubbed a hand over my face.

My brain stopped.

My heart felt like it was going to explode.

Rage took over. “She’s going to fucking know.”

“She doesn’t know any of that?” Vallen asked carefully.

“No,” I said through my teeth.

“Then how will she know?” Vallen said. He was trying to reassure me, but it was just making it worse.

“Are you kidding me?”

“He could be talking about anyone.”

I looked at the ceiling. “She’ll know.”

“Why would she care? You’re getting divorced.” Vallen wasn’t fucking getting it.

“You don’t think my ex-wife will care I almost left her at the altar?”

Fox cringed. “He has a point.”

“She’s divorcing you because she said she doesn’t love you anymore. She shouldn’t care,” Vallen said, but I could tell he knew his argument was losing steam.

The door opened and slammed.

“Tell me why the fuck my publicist says I need to be worried about a fucking song on Second Star’s album?” Lindsay screamed from the entryway.

I held up my hand palm up, staring at my brother. “Remind me to change the fucking locks and not to give any of you a key.”

“I thought you were over that asshole,”Lindsay spit.

"We aren’t together. You left me. I’m not having this fight again."

“It’s still not fun to see our fucking relationship written about when you should have left him in the past."

She was right. I knew it to my core, but that didn’t mean I would admit it. I hated that he still affected me, especially while I was at my lowest.

We went back and forth for half an hour and solved nothing. A lot like the theme of our whole marriage.

She kept asking the same question over an over. “Why is he still writing about you?”

Finally, I exploded. “I don’t know. I can’t tell you. I haven’t spoken to him. What he writes shouldn’t be my fault, and I refuse to let you take it out on me.”

“He wouldn’t be writing about you if it was over.”

“What the fuck are you accusing me of?”

“Nothing. You’re showing your feelings without me saying anything.”

I pressed my lips but didn’t say a word. What defense could I make?

“If you didn’t care about him, you wouldn’t be reacting,” she said when I didn’t reply.

I went with my brother’s defense.“Why do you even care? We are getting a divorce.”

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