Page 56 of The Two Halves of My Heart

“I don’t understand why you feel you still need to do this?” I stood at the edge of the door, struggling to go through this again.

“And I don’t understand why we have to argue over this. Come to the club, let me see you, like always, and then I’ll take you home.” He stood as if this was the end of the conversation.

“Like last time? You were swallowed up by all the events, and I didn’t see you for days.”

“It will be different. I promise.”

“Why don’t I believe that?” My voice broke, mirroring the defeat that I felt rising within me.

“Have I ever let you down before?” He lifted my head and forced me to look at him. “I’m always here. For you. I’d never leave you, Grace. Never.”

I knew he wasn’t talking about the fight. His words brought pinpricks to my eyes, and I blinked them away before he could see my tears.

“You think he’s the only one who loves you? He’s not. And what he did was a shitty move.” He growled the last part out, but it didn’t hide what he’d said. His declaration made this so much harder.

“I don’t want to fight with you.” I sounded defeated. How was I supposed to be mad at him when he told me things like this?

He pulled me into his hold, and I went willingly, happy to hide against his chest and feel the contact between us.

“And you don’t want me to fight either. I’ve made it clear how I feel. Come or not, it won’t stop me.” He kissed the top of my head and released me. “Leave the dishes. I’ll sort them when I’m back.”

With that, he went, slamming the door behind him, and leaving me a crumpled mess on the living room floor.

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