Page 34 of Anchor

Axel surmises, “You got angry she wouldn’t be there for you.”

I scoff. “Angry isn’t the fucking word. I got drunk, and a clubwhore who happened to be Heaven’s high school bully, something I wasn’t aware of at the time, not that it matters,came on to me, and I liked the attention. I liked she wanted me when my wife didn’t.”

“Fucker, she’d just given birth!” Tech the Devils MC brother snaps.

“I know,” I admit, “I was an idiot back then. I was nineteen, turning twenty, and she’d just turned nineteen. All I cared about was making my dad proud, and I thought my wife wasn’t there for me, even though she always was. It hurt me, and I found pleasure with someone else, and she walked in on it. The next morning, she informed me she sent divorce papers after kicking me out, and for the past ten years, I’ve refused to sign them.”

“Damn…. Did she not take it to a higher court?” Tool asks.

I snort as Steal replies, “Nearly every four months or so she’ll petition a judge, and each time she’s declined.”

Bonus of having New York judges in our corner….

I sigh, sit back in the booth, and admit, “For ten years, I’ve been trying to show her how sorry I am, but growing up, her mom was an example—and in her ear, about how men are the Devil despite having a revolving door. Heaven refused to give us another shot until I begged her to go to therapy with me…. It’s been just over three weeks, and we’re seven sessions in.”

“How come none of us knew about her?” Axel asks in confusion.

Steal speaks, “When they got married, Anchor was only a prospect. His dad and mine suggested he keep the relationship quiet until he patched in, but then he fucked up.”

“And it’s harder to win your girl back with a whole club and jealous clubwhores involved,” Tool finishes, and I nod, my eyeson my wife as she takes another tray from the fucker behind the bar who’s smiling at her.

I swear I’m going to kill someone at this rate.

“Anchor…” Dr. Larsa says, snapping me out of my head. I look her way and see her frowning.

Fuck….

We’ve been here for forty minutes, and yeah, I’ve barely said two fucking words, my head all fucked up after witnessing my wife work the floor of Jimmy’s Girls, wearing next to nothing.

Don’t get me wrong, she looked fucking gorgeous, sexy even, but that is for my eyes, no one else’s.

“You’ve been awfully quiet this session,” the therapist continues. I sigh and sit forward as she tilts her head and updates me. “Heaven was just explaining that you had found out where she was really working last night.”

I side-eye my wife, who doesn’t look at all sorry for lying to me for the past six years, not that I can blame her, but to be honest, there’s only so much I’m going to allow her to do, using the fact I cheated as an excuse.

I get it, believe me, I do, I was a jackass, and she hasn’t given herself the time to sit back and feel the pain of what I did, instead she went into survival mode, but I’ve done nothing but put her first for ten years, to try and win her back.

I haven’t even looked at another girl, let alone touched them since my fuck up, which I only did once since we met in high school.

“I’m mad, hurt, angry. For six years, she’s lied to me; for six years, she’s allowed other men to look at something that belongs to me,” I sneer with fury, and Heaven snorts, causing me to look at her coldly.

She shrugs and reminds me, “And you allowed your dick, which belonged to me, into another woman’s ass. At least no guy was screwing me, Travis; I was earning money, and you need to get over it, end of.”

I growl, my patience running thin, especially knowing she’s right, yet again. And here comes the cheating shit she keeps hiding behind rather than giving me a proper fucking chance.

“Okay, I’m going to interject because I think this is the first time since these sessions started that I’ve seen Anchor mad at you, Heaven, letting his feelings known,” Dr. Larsa says as she looks between us before she looks at my wife and asks, “Why didn’t you tell Anchor about your job?”

Heaven sighs. “Because I knew he’d try and force his way back into my life when I was trying to keep moving forward from the pain that he put me through.” I look at my wife sitting in the chair. She doesn’t look my way as she states, “Last night, he barged into my place of work and demanded I get my things; he tried to commandeer my life without stopping and thinking first.” I grit my teeth as she continues, “I get it, seeing your wife basically in underwear, serving drinks to a lot of drunk men that leer at her was probably hard. After he cheated, I had two priorities; giving Micha everything he needed, including a roof over his head because the mortgage is high on our house—ahouse Travis begged me to keep—and to get myself through law school, which took me eight years to do. Instead of taking a step back to understand why I was there to begin with, he charged in full force….”

Heaven shakes her hand, her white blonde hair falling over her right shoulder as she chuckles darkly and scoffs. “The brothers at the table I was serving didn’t even know he was married.” She looks my way. I flinch at the hurt in her eyes. She says, “Ten years and your family still doesn’t know you have a wife, meaning they don’t even know about our son, and yet Jimmy knew about you.” Her eyes race between mine. “I told him my husband was on his way, and he groaned because he knew you’d be upset and not because he knew you were part of an MC, but because I spoke of you a lot over the years.”

I take a deep breath, knowing I must tread carefully because I understand her feelings.

“Why not stay at the retirement home?” I ask. “I thought you loved working there.”

Heaven sighs as she runs her fingers through her hair before she admits, “They weren’t paying enough for the bills and my degree.”

Fury fills me, and I can’t help but growl, “I’ve been giving you four grand a month, Heaven, why in the fuck haven’t you used it?”

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