Page 10 of Anchor

The jackass—I’ve just given birth to his son!

His eyes are now open and on Harley as he leans over her and shoves two fingers inside her.

Breathing becomes difficult, and I know I’m about to break so quickly I shut his door, not caring if he heard, and I rush toward the stairs, my tears uncontrollable.

I don’t think about anything; my mind is on the door. The laughter, the moans, and the music all sound underwater as my mother’s words from the day I married Travis echo.

“He’ll hurt you. Today, you are making the biggest mistake of your life. He’ll knock you up, you’ll have to drop out of college, and then he’ll hurt you and throw you away like trash.”

Guess Mom was right, huh?

Without speaking to anyone, I run out of the clubhouse. Just as I make it out of the door, I bump into a hard body, handsquickly wrapping around my shoulders before I can fall as a sob wretches from me.

“Whoa, whoa,” the voice says, and I look up, making eye contact with Colt, my soon-to-be ex-husband’s best friend. He furrows his brows and asks, “Heaven, what’s happened?”

I shake my head and pull out of his hold before my eyes go to the gold wedding band, and suddenly, my finger feels like it's burning, like the ring is melting my skin.

Sobs burst out of my chest, and I quickly pull the band off and slam it into Colt’s chest. His eyes widen in shock as he quickly catches it, and I state, “Once your best friend is finished with my high school bully, let him know we’re done and that I want a divorce…. Oh, and tell him happy first wedding anniversary, hope he enjoyed it with her.”

That said, I quickly run around him and toward my car.

“Heaven!” I hear him shout but ignore him as I climb into my car. My hands shake as I insert the key and turn the ignition before quickly spinning out of the spot.

The prospect doesn’t open the gate, something I’m guessing Colt told them not to do, and watches me, expecting me to stop, but without a care for my safety, I smash into it, causing the front of my car to crumple, the sound of crunching metal shrill in the air. Still, I ignore it and speed down the road with my bumper scraping on the road, my only thoughts wanting to pack Travis’s crap and change the locks.

That man and I are done; the moment he allowed another woman to touch him, he lost me, heck, the moment he walked out of our house, throwing a tantrum because I’m a mom first, he broke us.

I should have listened to my mother….

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Anchor - Present day

I lean back in my chair in my office at Huntsmen Arts, gently twisting Heaven's wedding ring between my fingers.

I’m in between clients right now, and as usual, my mind is on my wife. Yes, I said wife, which she still is, though she has tried to rectify that over the years.

I’m just lucky the club has several judges in their pocket, so every time she tries to file for divorce, it fails.

Ten years, fucking ten years, and she hasn’t forgiven me, and I’ve tried so fucking hard to get through to her, but with the way her mother relied on men as she grew up, Heaven dug her heels into the ground.

She won’t budge, and even worse, she’s now dating.

I place the wedding ring on my desk and rub my hand over my mouth.

I’m out of fucking ideas right now; I don’t know how to win her back. She’ll fuck me once in a while, mainly when we’ve argued, and the passion takes over, but that’s it.

I know she still loves me and wants me, but she saw me in the act; she didn’t just hear about it. It doesn’t help that Ginger is still a part of the club, still a clubwhore enjoying herself.

When everything first went down, my dad expressed she couldn’t be kicked out because no one knows about my relationship, something he ensured, and I didn’t fancy telling them she was my wife and that we have a kid, not until I won her back. Ten years later, she hasn’t given in, and to this day, she still looks at me like I ruined her world, just like she did when I went to confront her about taking off her wedding ring, thinking I’d let her leave me.

“Heaven,” I shout as I try to enter our home but come to a halt when the door doesn’t budge. “Heaven, open up!” I shout again, not giving a thought to our son like the dick I am, but I soon curse when I hear crying. It doesn’t take long for her to soothe him before I hear the deadbolt being dragged back, and the door opens.

I suck in a breath but not at how red her eyes are but the coldness and hate she’s glaring at me with.

“Heaven—” I start, but she cuts me off and says, “Every weekend, you can have Micha, but only during the day only and not atthat place, either. You go against me, I’ll take you to court.”

My mouth goes dry, and fear pulls at me, seeing she’s already making plans, that she won’t hear me out.

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