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But disappointment. Maybe even heartbreak.

“Am I really that bad?” he asks quietly.

No one gets me like he does. No one challenges me, pushes me, infuriates me, or turns me on like he does.

We’ve always been fire. And maybe that’s why I can’t admit the truth.

Because if I do, it means I’ve already lost.

So I say nothing. I just walk out and slam the door in his face.

“Good luck,” I mutter to Poppy as I pass her. Then I storm into my office and slam that door too.

Not even five minutes later, there’s a soft knock.

“Come in,” I say, my voice flat.

Poppy slips inside, looking like she’s seen a ghost.

“What did you say to Dr. Quinn?”

I frown, spinning the wedding ring in my pocket like it might give me the answer.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Why?”

She shifts on her feet, glancing back toward the hallway.

“Uh… well, it doesn’t seem like nothing. There’s a hole in the wall that needs fixing now.”

I bite the inside of my cheek.

“Sure it wasn’t there before?”

This isn’t like Finn. Not here. Not at work.

“Nope. Wasn’t there this morning. Showed up right after you slammed the door in his face.”

I recline in my chair, the war still raging in my chest.

Part of me wants to storm back in there and demand the truth.

The other part? The part still aching from that look on his face?

Wants to run.

“He didn’t seem angry,” Poppy says quietly. “He seemed… hurt. If I had to guess. But who knows with him.”

I nod slowly. Because yeah… that’s the same energy I felt too.

He punched a wall because I asked for a divorce?

What the fuck are we doing?

Chapter 41

FINN

Song- Out of the Black, Royal Blood.

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