Page 51 of Love Me Again

"Thank you. It is amazingly comfortable. I might have to live in this for the rest of my pregnancy." I reply with a chuckle. Cole grins, taking a step closer to me, and I feel my heart jump up to my throat. A reaction that is becoming quite normal whenever he gets close to me.

Thankfully, my phone starts to ring, and I look down at it and see Blake's name flashing across the screen. Cole stares at my phone, the flirty smile from before now replaced with a deep scowl. He lifts his gaze to mine and licks his lips.

"What's the deal with you and Blake Bryant?" He questions, his tone tight. I silence the call and shrug, looking everywhere but at him. "Look at me," Cole demands, taking hold of my jaw and turning my face so that I could face him.

"It's none of your business, Cole," I utter, pulling my face out of his hold. "Do you see me questioning you about your relationship with Sophie? No, because it's no longer my business what you do."

"Relationship?" He intones, staring into my eyes. "You're in a relationship with him?"

I sigh and turn to walk to the door, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back. "Answer me!"

"I don't owe you agod-damnexplanation about my love life, just like you don't owe me one about yours." I hiss angrily, and Cole shakes his head. His icy stare sends a chill through me.

"You're still my wife!" He grits through his clenched teeth as he draws me closer to him.

"On paper!" I retort hotly. "I'm only your wife when it fucking suits you, but I stopped being your wife the moment you took your ring off and handed it to me, Cole!"

"This ring?!" Cole argues, holding his hand up and showing me his wedding band. I look at it and then at him.

"What? Am I supposed to be impressed that you decided to put it back on again after you wrecked me?" I ask sceptically. "It's just a piece of metal now. It means nothing, just like this marriage." I turn to walk to the door, but he pulls me back to him again, his chest pressed up against my back.

"Shayla, I'm getting real tired of explaining myself to you again and again. I can't make it better if you don't give me a chance or tell me how to fix it?" He speaks lowly in my ear, and I close my eyes for a moment to compose myself before I turn and face him.

"You can't fix it, Cole." I look up at him. "You can't fix the damage you've done to me. If you genuinely want to make it better, let me be and stop trying to hold onto something that's already lost." I tell him sincerely, and his green eyes search mine, and he shakes his head. "What do you want, Cole? Tell me? You want me to be alone and to watch you live your life happy with Sophie? What about me? Don't I deserve to be happy?" I ask him pleadingly as the tears I promised myself I would not shed roll down my cheeks. "I'm tired," I whisper, gazing into his eyes.

Cole reaches out to touch my face, but I step away, "Shayla—"

"The answer to your question is yes. I am in a relationship with him. And I'm happy, okay. Blake makes me happy." I lie and pray that he doesn't see right through it. Cole's shoulders slump, his jaw set tight as he watches me turn and walk out of the door. I force myself to look ahead and not look back as I get into Aimee's car.

"You okay?" She asks, concerned, and I nod.

"Drive," I utter, turning my gaze to look at Cole standing in the doorway watching me, his whole posture stiff. Our eyes remain locked on one another till the very last second as we drove away. I close my eyes and sigh. "Fuck."

"Did you?" I look at Aimee, who was watching me wide-eyed as she drives. "You slept with him, didn't you? I knew I shouldn't have left you alone with him."

I shake my head and groan. "No. I just did something idiotic."

Aimee frowns, "Talk, bish, I'm dying here."

I lean forward and rake my fingers through my hair with a frustrated growl, "I just told Cole I'm in a relationship with Blake." Aimee slams her foot on the brake and gapes at me, surprised as I scream and place my hands on the dash. "Aimee, what the hell are you doing?!" I ask, placing my hand on my rapidly beating heart.

"When the fuck did you start a relationship with Blake?" She asks as cars honk their horns at us.

I exhale and look at her, "I haven't! Can you drive, please?" I demand, and Aimee shakes her head and starts to drive while muttering under her breath. "I lied, okay! He was just pushing and pushing, and I just...I lied and said I was dating Blake to get him to finally back off."

"Shayla, why would you do that? You've just given him even more reason to pursue Sophie. You've practically gift-wrapped him and dropped him in her fucking lap for the taking." Aimee scolds me, and I sigh, staring out the window. "What was his reaction?"

"He was pissed, of course. Heaven forbid I try and be happy. I don't understand, Aimee!" I exclaim, hitting my hands against the dashboard. "I don't understand what he wants from me! Why did he kiss me? Why did he spend the last three days taking care of me when he said he doesn't want me?Whyis he doing all of this? I don't understand." I cry, burying my face into my hands. "I'm going to lose my mind!"

"Oh Shay, I wish I knew, babe. It sounds like he's just as confused as you are."

"I'm not confused about what I want, Aimee!" I shout, perturbed, wiping away my tears. "It's always been Cole for me, and it always will be. Cole'salways beenthe confused one throughout our whole relationship. He justfuckswith my head, he did then, and he still does now, and like the idiot that I am, I fall for his shit every time. What is wrong with me?" I shake my head sobbing. "I'm tired of feeling like this, Aimes. I just wanted him to feel something, just alittleof the pain he's put me through. Maybe then he will understand what I'm going through inside." Aimee sighs and reaches over; taking my hand in hers, she squeezes supportively.

"I'm a horrible person, aren't I? I just put Blake in a shitty situation for my gain." I weep, and Aimee shakes her head.

"No, babe, you're not a horrible person. You would never do anything to hurt someone intentionally. But then again, maybe this is a good thing; he will either realise that deep down he does love you, or he will finally leave you alone to move on." She explains as I press my head against the window and close my eyes.

"Either way, it doesn't matter anymore. However hard I try, how much ever I still love him, I can't forgive him, Aimee." I sigh, wiping away my tears. "He's broken too much inside me for that. I have to think about myself and this baby first, so there's only one thing left for us to do at this point."

Aimee frowns, glancing at me curiously before she looks at the road again, "What's that?"

"Get a divorce."

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