"Do you mind?" she said coldly, wrenching herself out of my arms and turning away, leaving me with a pounding heart and cock and wondering how I was going to fix this.
Trying to find a dignified way to tell her I had made a mistake was impossible. She ignored or misinterpreted all my hints. When I tried to touch her or kiss her, she shrugged me off and repeated Amanda's phone number to me.
Until one night I heard her voice, husky, sweet as honey, on the phone with Austin and the memory I had been trying so hard to repress roared over me.
Mywifein another man’s truck, her plush pink lips around another man’s cock. My gut burned with impotent rage and fury at how his hands had been stroking her hair and I had to sit in my car and listen to Amanda wail and cry about our retirement accounts.
I didn’t give a shit about them. I would drain my account now if she’d forgive me.
And now he was planning to take her on vacation? Fuckingnever. She was my wife and I wanted things back how they were.
I raged at her, grabbing her phone and throwing it down the stairway until I heard it shatter. My knees buckled as I fell to the ground before her.
Then, instead of a dignified way of informing her that I did not wish to proceed with a divorce, I was begging, pleading with her to give us another chance.
“I made a mistake. I love you so much, baby. All I want isyou, and I’m sorry. So sorry,” I insisted.
But nothing I said moved her.
Feeling desperation claw at my heart, I clutched at her legs.
"I don't give a shit about Amanda! I don’t want to be with her and I sure as shit don't want to take her on our family cruise."
"Too late," Tallulah said blithely. "I've already reserved her a ticket. Prices for this luxury cruise areveryexpensive in the summer, Maverick. And I don't think she could pay me back to replace it. Not after her recent unfortunate money troubles. So sad.”
"I'llpay you back," I said. "We haven't told the kids yet. We haven't told our parents yet. We can undo this."
She gave me a hard little look, making my stomach plummet. "It can't be undone."
"It can be," I insisted, fighting to keep the raw panic from my voice. "I'm so fucking sorry, baby. All I want is for things to go back the way they used to be."
Her jaw clicked together angrily and she suddenly gripped my face tightly, her hand stretched as far as it could reach across my jawline.
"It can't just be undone.Youcheated on me.Youbroke a promise, Maverick. You promised on our wedding day that you would always love me and always protect me. Well, you didn't. You failed. And I've decided to protect myself, since you can't fucking do it."
"No--" I croaked. "No--"
But she stepped back and shut the door in my face, gently, so it wouldn't wake the kids, and I lay on the floor for a long time.
Unable to get up. Unable to figure out how to fix this fucking mess.
I was expecting a torturous week of having to watch Tallulah and Austin wrapped around each other, so I was pleased to see my wife by herself as we boarded the cruise.
"Where is Austin?" I hissed resentfully.
"Oh, he had to work this week," she said. "Besides, we're only casual. Don't worry aboutme, sweetie, I'm sure I'll contrive to find someone I can play doubles tennis with."
"You said you were going to marry him!" I said accusingly, happy to finally get a point on her.
Was she finally thawing?
I would have literally stalked Tallulah’s wedding and thrown her in a sack to prevent her from walking down the aisle, but I was pleased that she didn't actually care for him that much.
"Well, we can't all have aseriousextramarital affair like you, Maverick," she laughed. "I want to experience as much casual, no strings attached sex as I can while I'm single. And I've seen a lot of very attractive men on this ship."
My throat closed with horror, but the kids were too close for me to say anything else.
I lived every day in agony that she would announce that we were going to tell our children that we were divorcing. They would ask questions, and I wouldn't know what to tell them.