Page 34 of His Infatuated Wife

"Jacques---"

But I don't care.

"Save it."

I don't want to give up on our marriage.

"I'm done with this madness."

But the coldness of my husband's tone tells me it's too late.

"And I don't give a fuck about what I have to lose. My lawyer will give you a call tomorrow."

I already know what he's about to do when I see him throw the door open.

"But for now---"

I already know how he's going to hurt me, but the words he snarls out still ends up destroying me.

"Get the fuck out of my house."

Jacques

I've lost all my will to live, and I fucking hate it.

And myself.

Because even though I know Riri's lied to me---

She's young.

She thought she was in love, but she was only infatuated.

I shouldn't have told her to get out of my house, dammit.

I call my chauffeur and give out instructions as soon as he answers.

"My wife's on the way down. Offer to drive her," I say curtly, "and don't take no for an answer. Keep an eye on her, and ask George to assign additional security for her."

"Yes, boss."

I've made sure she's safe at least, but it doesn't feel enough.

I still think I've made the biggest mistake in my life.

But isn't that just more proof that Eva was telling the truth?

That I'm the one who's foolishly and blindly in love?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The night is endless.

I can't fucking sleep.

All I can see in my mind is how my wife's face crumples.

Get the fuck out of my house.

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