Page 35 of The Marine

“Are you still married?” Aidan asks.

“Yes. Although, I’m trying to divorce him,” I admit. I don’t want him to think I’m just some adulterous bitch.

He can see what Kael’s done to me. My neck is bare and exposed, showing the remnants of Kael’s bruise from our date.

I knew it would happen despite Vanessa doing her best to get me out of the situation.

“Trying. What does that even mean? Just do it.” He growls.

“Would you stop growling, Aidan. It’s not that easy. You don’t understand.” I climb out of bed and angrily pull my shorts and T-shirt back on. “Maybe it would be best if you just left.”

His eyebrows lift as he sits there leaning against my headboard, looking like a fucking fitness model. He watches me for a long moment, and I start fidgeting.

“I mean, there’s nothing more to say. We fucked. Now you know who hurt me. That’s it.” I shrug.

More staring.

“Aidan!” I yell.

“You’re right.” He flicks back the covers and climbs out. His cock hangs heavy and soft between his legs, and I hate that this is the last time I will see him in all his glory.

Or feel his touch.

Or his gaze on my body.

He dresses and checks his phone screen, then slides it into his back pocket. Then walks over and stops right in front of me.

“But if you think that’s where this ends, you are wrong, Briar Sutton.”

Then Aidan walks out of my apartment.

I flop down on the bed and fight back the tears.

I hate that I wish he was still here.

I feel like the most traitorous daughter in the world. And, technically, wife.

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