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He thought the words would change things, thought they would break through the wall of hurt Jessica had just built between them.
Only to find out that he had said them too late.
“I wish I could believe you,” Wednesday said brokenly. “But I don’t.”
It was just like Clarice had warned him—
If you don’t start taking proper care of your wife, God might just take her away from you.
And the realization terrified him, driving Gavine to his knees mentally as he sought the presence that he had alwayssensedbut chosen to ignore.
Please, God.
He gazed at his wife, pale and still in tears before him, and his chest tightened to the point of pain.
If you’re real...
He had all the money he could ever want, but it was only now that he realized they meant nothing at all. He was still going to lose his wife.
I need You.
And he could only think of one person who could stop it, just one being powerful enough to change her mind and grant Gavine another chance even if he didn’t deserve it.
Help me, God.
Please.
Chapter Ten
“LET ME HELP YOU.”
Gavine’s words, spoken in an uneven tone, catch me off guard, and all I can do is stare in a daze as he picks my scattered clothes from the hardwood floor, each piece a reminder of how completely I’d surrendered to him just hours ago.
“Raise your arms, please.”
I’m unable to meet his gaze even as I do as he asks, mostly out of numbness and resignation. Even I know I’m not okay. So much so that I need help getting dressed. It’s just ironic that the person so carefully assisting me now is also the same person who’s just crushed my heart to pieces.
The silk sheets fall to the floor with a whisper when he steps back. I glance down, and somehow, for reasons I don’t even understand...
It’s seeing that I’m dressed now, and remembering that I was naked earlier when Jessica saw us...
I just don’t know why, but I start crying again.
“I’m sorry, Wednesday.”
The hoarseness of his voice underscores his pain, and it hurts even more to hear this...because I don’t know what to think about it.
Does he feel bad that Jessica was telling the truth, but he hadn’t meant for me to learn about it this way? Had he only been making do with me all this time?
I’m just so tired.
So, so tired.
And before I even realize what I’m saying, my thoughts have already tumbled out in whispered words.
“I want to leave—”
But his response, albeit still hoarsely voiced, is immediate.
