Page 35 of Shattered Union

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Iwake to a rustling noise. I open my eyes and see Callie moving around the room, picking up the dirty clothes. Her gaze never moving to me. I grit my teeth as she leaves the room.

What the fuck is going on?

I push the covers off me, my feet hitting the floor. I pull on my clothes and follow her downstairs. She's sitting at the island in her kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hands.

"Callie?" I question.

She flinches, her head bows, and she glances at the cup in her hands.

"What's going on?" I ask, my tone sharper than I had intended. But this bullshit is pissing me off.

She sucks in a sharp breath. "Denis," her tone resigned. "We need to talk."

Fuck. I bloody knew this shit was too fucking good to be true.

"What do we need to talk about,mo ghrá?" I ask as I take up a kitchen stool opposite her.

She sighs, and it's in that moment I see the tears in her eyes. "You're still married, Denis."

I scrub my hand down my face. "I am," I say, fucking hating I'm still married to that fucking bitch. "But, baby, you know why I'm married to her. Why I'm still fucking married to that cunt."

She bites her lip. "I can't do this," she whispers.

Her words hit me in the gut.

God. What the fuck am I going to do?

"Callie," my voice is hoarse as I stare at the woman I love. The tears fall from her eyes and once again, it guts me that she's crying.

"I can't be the other woman," she says softly. "No matter how much I love you, I will not be that person. I can't be."

God fucking dammit.

"Until I find where the bitch has the evidence against Danny, I can't divorce her."

Killing her is the only option. Zoe is going to die, it's just a matter of when, not if.

She tilts her head to the side; tears streaming down her face. "I hate that for you. I really do. I hope you're able to find it, I really do. But Denny, I can't do this again."

“Callie, give me time,” I urge her.

I can’t fucking lose her.

She shakes her head, her bottom lip trembling. “I don’t know,” she whispers. “I’m not sure I can wait for you.”

I close my eyes. Fuck. She’s killing me. Utterly wrecking me.

“I love you, Denis. I really do. But how long am I supposed to wait?” She swipes away the tears, her beautiful eyes filled with pain.

“Baby,” I say gruffly. Unsure what I can actually say at this point. “I’m not fucking losing you, no fucking way. I’ve lived four weeks without you, I’m not willing to live any longer.”

She falls forwards, her face in her hands and her body shakes as she cries.

How the fuck do I choose between my son's freedom and the woman I love?

I push to my feet, and within seconds, she’s in my arms. “I’m not losing you Callie.”

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