Page 14 of My Rules

“How are you going to maintain a house of that size?”

“I think I’m capable of mowing lawns.”

“We still have a mortgage on it. You can’t afford to pay that.”

“I’ll find a way.”

“Why would you want to stay there?”

“Because my friends are there?”

His jaw ticks in fury. “Blake Grayson isn’t your friend, Rebecca; he wants to fuck you.”

“Oh please.” I roll my eyes. “Blake is my friend.”

“Blake was my friend, and he just chose to be a traitor and go to your side.” He fakes a smile. “You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know why.”

“Shut up,” I whisper angrily. “Leave Blake out of this. Not everyone is a sex maniac. I want the house in the settlement, and I want a divorce. And you’re going to give it to me.”

“No.”

“This isn’t up to you.”

“Actually ...” He narrows his eyes. “I think I’ll move back into my house.”

Panic sets in.

“No. You won’t.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“I wonder what your mom and dad would say if they found out what you’ve done,” I fume. This is below the belt, but damn it, he cannot, under any circumstance, move back in with me.

“Don’t threaten me, Rebecca.”

“Here’s the deal ... I want the house and a divorce, or ... I’m going to your dad, and we both know that little family trust of Grandma’s will be ripped out from under you if they learn what kind of sleazebag their only grandson really is.”

“We’re going to get through this.” He sits forward and takes my hand in his. “I love you. You’re my wife; we are meant to be together forever.”

I snatch my hand out of his. “Don’t touch me.”

“I made a mistake; I’m human. So kill me. Do you honestly think that ninety-nine percent of the male population hasn’t made a simple mistake before?”

“You put your dick inside another woman’s ass,” I spit angrily.

The people at the tables around us glance over, and I cringe. That came out a lot louder than it was meant to.

“Keep your voice down,” he whispers angrily. “Fine ... you can have the house.” He shrugs as he thinks out loud. “I’ll sign it over, but I won’t agree to a divorce. I love you, and I won’t give up on us.”

“You’ll sign it over?” I frown, surprised.

“On the condition that we don’t divorce.”

“What?” I screw up my face. “That’s ridiculous.”

He shrugs.

“For how long?”

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