Page 124 of Marrying Off My Husband

And then I’d have to fake a smile and tell her how happy I was that she’d found her happiness. She’d gush about him while my heart broke.

No, that wasn’t an option, either. I had no options. I’d ruined all of them the first day I’d met her. I’d ruined everything like I always did.

I let my head fall into my palm as the realization bloomed and all hope within me died a painful death.

The best thing for me to do–the only thing for me to do–was let her go.

And I had to do the same with Louise. Oddly, divorcing my wife was the less painful breakup, though part of me would miss her energy around the house. She’d tried so hard to help me break out of my shell, and I’d fought her every step of the way.

I’d foiled her plans because I hadn’t trusted her. I hadn’t realized she wouldn’t just push any girl at me, but that she thought enough of me to push the perfect one.

“You are an idiot, Spencer, truly an idiot. And you deserve whatever you get.”

As I shook my head at myself, I scrolled through my phone in search of my lawyer’s number. At least I’d still have my friend after our divorce.

For a second, I wondered how she’d react to my break-up with Eve, but then I realized she’d likely be so wrapped up with her own happiness, her wedding, her new life, that it wouldn’t phase her.

I imagined her rolling her eyes and clicking her tongue at me. “Oh, Spencer,” she said with a shake of her head. “Well, I tried. Can’t blame this on me.”

I realized I’d probably have to cut back on some of the time I spent with Louise, though, given that she and Eve were besties.

My lips tugged into a wince as I realized she’d likely be at Lou’s wedding. I probably should avoid that–along with all the barbecues, parties, and whatever else Louise hosted.

On the other hand, it would be the perfect excuse to avoid all those social events.

Maybe this could work out.

I pressed the call icon and the line trilled on the opposite end before my attorney’s secretary answered.

“Hey, it’s Spencer Whitaker. I need Bill to put those divorce papers together.”

“Hello, Mr. Whitaker. I’d ask how you are doing, but it seems not so well.”

I huffed out a laugh. She was right, but it had nothing to do with the divorce. “It is what it is.”

“Well, I am very sorry to hear that, but I will let Mr. Baker know, and we’ll get those papers out to you immediately. Is there anything else he should know regarding asset split?”

“No, it’s all spelled out in the prenup, so he can follow exactly what we discussed.”

“All right, this should be easy enough, then. We’ll have those out to you by close of business today then.”

“Thanks,” I said before I ended the call and stared down at the phone for a second.

The door opened and closed, and I twisted to face the foyer, the scent of Louise’s perfume wafting to my nostrils.

“Lou? Is that you?”

“It is, darlin’,” she answered.

I rose from the couch and shuffled toward her voice. She stood on the stairs, peering over the railing.

“I called the attorney. They should have the divorce papers for us soon,” I said.

“Awww,” she said with a grin, “thanks, sugar. You will always be my favorite ex-husband.”

“I really hope I’m your only ex-husband,” I answered.

“Don’t worry, you will be. Theo and I are just perfect together. I can’t wait to marry him.”

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