Page 3 of Until Tomorrow
“No,” she said. The words came out so simply, as if that was all that was needed to fix the issue.
“Eva—”
“We’re not getting a divorce, Logan,” she repeated. “Whatever I did wrong, I can fix it if you give me a chance.”
Oh, my sweet angel.I took her hand, running my thumb over her delicate knuckles.
“It’s not about you, Eva,” I told her, but she shook her head. “I already had the papers drawn up. All I need is for you to sign them. I’m giving you everything, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
“I don’t…” Eva faltered, swallowing hard. Her hand left mine, and I watched the wheels turn in her head. Reaching for her wine, she downed the full glass before standing. “I said no. Now, I’m going home. Whether you come with me or not is up to you.”
I sighed, scrubbing my hands over my face while she walked away. She knew I’d follow. I always had. All I needed to do was maintain my resolve. As much as it would hurt, I had to do this.
Chapter 03
Logan
FromthewayEvastalked through the entrance to our building, she was pissed. No one else would know it from the cheerful way she greeted the security guard or the doorman, but I knew.
I trailed after her through the foyer of our condo and to the living room, taking my time to soak up our home one last time. Somehow, it didn’t feel like home. It never had. It was a showroom with fancy furniture, posed pictures, and exquisite decor—all the things that made sense for the dinners and occasional events we held here. Not a single part of me would miss it. I’d only miss the livid woman setting her stuff down on the bar.
“Eva,” I began quietly, “we need to—”
“Shush!” She threw up a finger to shut me up, and my lips pressed together in a tight line. I watched as she poured a glass of whiskey and downed it without reacting. She poured a second glass and cradled it to her chest as she considered me. “Why?”
“Because,” I unbuttoned my suit coat and stepped deeper into the living room, “I need to figure some things out, which aren’t pertinent—”
“Mm, no. I don’t want Logan Ashwood, the lawyer, to answer,” Eva snapped. “I want Logan Ashwood, my husband, to answer. The man I grew up with. The man I built my entire life with.That’swho I want to answer. Why do you want a divorce?”
“Please, Eva,” I whispered. Telling her now would be the worst time to bring up my issues. She wouldn’t understand. It’d only hurt her more. “Just let me go. I’ve made sure you’ll be taken care of.”
“Why?” she repeated once more.
“It doesn’t matter—”
“Why?”
“Eva, please—”
“Why?”
“Evangeline Marie—”
“Why?”
”Because Elliot and I almost kissed!” I yelled before I could think better of it. I never yelled at her but the incessant whys weaseled their way through my defenses. She recoiled with surprise, eyes widening.
“Youdidkiss him, or youalmostkissed him?” she demanded. Her glass slammed a little too hard on the bar, making me cringe. I stood my ground as she stepped closer. “There’s a big difference, Logan!”
The room was so damn quiet that it was nerve-wracking as she waited me out. I swallowed hard.
“Almost… Elliot almost kissed me,” I told her softly. Before she could say something more, I added, “And I wanted him to.”
There.My dirty secret was out in the open. My stomach threatened to empty itself as I watched her process the bomb I’d just handed her. Her mouth opened and closed several times while she crossed the room.
“When?” she asked.
“His birthday,” I said, and she fell silent once more. Waiting her out threatened to destroy me. I could only imagine the things going through her head.
