Mending Heart |18+|

Chapter 12

All's Fair in Love and Divorce

"Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness." – Steve Maraboli

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Cheating.

Lying scum.

Bastard.

I spent years thinking I was the problem. Feeling guilty for the way that I was feeling, only to find out that I wasn't the problem at all and everything I was feeling was perfectly warranted.

Fucking asshole!

Still trying to get my breathing under control, I found the nearest bench and sat down to wait for Zoey.

The least he could have done was shown me the respect of telling me he was tired of me.

But no.

Instead, he waited until I ended it.

Why? So he wouldn't feel guilty, and so he could save face?

I'll show him guilty!

If our divorce hadn't already been finalized, I would have taken him for everything he had.

Screw being civil – all's fair in love and divorce.

"There you are!" Zoey snapped me out of my thoughts. "Did you get your shoes?"

Shoes? What the fuck is she talking about.

Sensing my confusion, she spoke again. "The pair of shoes you spent the entire car ride talking about?"

"Oh –" Realization overtook me. "No, they um... didn't have my size."

More like Justin ruined every desire I had for a new pair of shoes.

"You're weird." Zoey declared as she continued to eye me skeptically.

"You're weird." I retorted. "Now did you get everything you needed?"

"Yup." She replied holding up the white Apple paper bag.

"Great." I nodded, standing up. "You're driving." I shoved my keys into her hand before digging through my purse for the pair of sunglasses I knew I had shoved in there earlier.

It seems mother nature had picked up on my sour mood and was hell-bent on taunting me. The sun was shining even brighter than this morning - completely blinding me, and only adding to my irritation.

"Can we stop for tacos?" Zoey asked once we reached the car. "I'm starving."

"Sure," I muttered a reply, only half paying attention.

The real question is, do I have any wine at home?

..........

"The food smells so good!" Zoey exclaimed as she bounced into the kitchen and immediately began taking out the food. I, on the other hand, did not mirror her excitement. The tweet tangy smell of the steak tacos was certainly alluring, but I didn't trust myself to keep any of it down. 

On any other day, the spicy, marinated meat offset by the fresh parsley and enveloped in a fresh corn tortilla lightly smeared with salsa would make my mouth water and my stomach rumble.

However, not today.

Today, there was an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach.

By the time I finished taking off my shoes and putting my phone in the charger, Zoey had already devoured half of her food. She was in the middle of shoving a large handful of steak fries into her mouth when I walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge.