Page 33 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

Honestly, I think I would’ve been all right continuing to live the life that we’d made with each other… until I saw that Mimi had come back home to run her parents’ racetrack years after we’d married.

It was seeing the look in Bram’s eyes as he stared at her that sealed the deal.

It was that look that helped me make the decision.

Not only was the investigator that’d been responsible for looking into Amon’s murder dead—he’d died in a car accident a year ago—but Mimi was back.

There was no reason to keep playing this game.

No reason to keep thinking that I could make Bram happy when everyone knew I couldn’t.

No reason to continue to deal with abuse from the Crow family when I didn’t need to anymore.

It was time, and I made the decision while having sex with Bram.

“Turn over,” he growled.

I did, unhappy that I couldn’t put up a fight when it came to my husband.

I would do anything to make him happy.

Even leave.

He fucked me from behind.

He gave me an orgasm.

And not once did he have to look into my eyes. So he could pretend I wasn’t really me.

It was after he’d fucked me that I realized the truth.

Sex with Bram was never how it was supposed to be.

He always, always, always made it good for me. I never finished unsatisfied. But there was always something missing.

Something pivotal that was missing that I knew would be there had it been Mimi.

So, as he fucked me to his own orgasm, I realized a few things.

This would never, ever be what I wanted it to be.

And I could leave.

As of last month, I’d graduated from college with a degree in child psychology. Something in which I’d worked hard over the last three years to accomplish four years of work in three.

I mean, what the hell else were you supposed to do with your time when nobody talked to you?

Anyway, the next day, when Bram left for work, I started packing my things.

The only things that I took were my clothes, my toiletries, and my snacks.

Snacks that he wouldn’t eat, anyway.

With my car packed with my belongings, I took one last glance at the house that I’d come to love—with the man that I loved inside of it—and left.

Not once glancing back.

CHAPTER 9

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