Page 232 of Accidental Husband
I'm done with Jackson. I really am.
I try to think up a proper goodbye, but something stops me. The door.
Griffin pulls it open. He steps inside, his eyes turned down, his shoulders tense.
"We're meeting with a lawyer tomorrow?" His voice is curt, all business.
Fuck. I try to find some way to explain, but my mouth is too sticky. "It's just options."
He shakes his headthat's bullshit.
"I was going to tell you."
"But you don't trust me?"
"No…" I don't have a better explanation. Yeah, it slipped my mind a few times. But I knew I needed to tell him. I planned to tell him. I just…
"Promise."
"What?"
His eyes bore into mine. "Right now, tell me you want to stay married."
"I…"
"Promise you'll always be honest. Promise you'll try."
"Griff—"
"What the fuck is that? 'Griff, I'm sorry, but I'll never trust you enough'?"
"It's not that."
"Promise, Jules. Promise." His eyes plead. They beg.
God, I want to promise. I do.
But I can't. "It's not that simple."
He shakes his headit is. "Do you want to stay married? Yes or no? Can you say, right here, in front of everyone, that you want to stay my wife?"
I do. I just… I can't agree to those terms. Not the way he means. "I…"
His eyes turn down. He takes a step backward. Stares at the floor. "I guess I'll hear from your lawyer." He turns, marches down the stairs, and walks out the door.
I stare, waiting for him to come back.
But he doesn't.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Griffin
By the time I get home, the sky is dark. Los Angeles dark. A deep indigo that blankets the city and the stars.
I've never missed the stars. What good is a twinkling sky? That kind of romantic shit doesn't appeal to me.
Symbols are useless.
