Page 153 of Be My Wife

This is the moment it all comes to an end.

Brogan didn’t call me last night.

Or this morning.

He didn’t fight for me.

Which is…

I’m not heartbroken.

I knew this was coming.

ME: On my way.

Grabbing my purse and keys, I head out of the office.

People still stare at me as I walk. The security guards still rush to open my door as if I’m some celebrity. I let them. This will be the last time anyway.

Once I’m outside, I spot Gerard. He nods in greeting and opens the back door of the SUV. I wonder if the guards are instructed to call him when they see me leaving. He always seems to know when I’ll need the car.

I shake my head. “Sorry, Gerard.”

“You didn’t call me this morning, ma’am. You should have contacted me so I could bring you to work.”

“I didn’t call on purpose.” Clutching my purse tighter, I smile sadly at him. “Keep looking after Gwen for me?”

“Elizabeth…”

Tears burst to my eyes. “Hey, I didn’t even have to remind you this time.”

“You’ll always be Mrs. Harrington to me.”

“No I won’t, Gerard.” I squeeze his shoulder. “Today and every day, I’m just Elizabeth and I’ll drive myself.”

He takes a step forward.

I hold a hand out, urging him to remain in place. “I truly appreciate you and all you’ve done for me.”

“Ma’am…”

After giving him a tight hug, I turn away.

Gerard doesn’t follow me.

He can’t.

He can’t chase me when I retreat into my world.

I head deeper into the parking lot.

Stop in front of my car. It’s older. Doesn’t run as smooth. Doesn’t have a sweet, sensitive chauffeur along with it.

But it’s mine.

This is mine.

I belong in this smelly old car.

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