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Chapter Thirteen

After I had run through everything that had happened, Lexi had tried to insist on sleeping on the couch so that she would be here if I couldn't sleep, but I had managed to convince her to go home and sleep in an actual bed, and that she could come back in the morning if she wanted. As soon as my head had hit the pillow, I was dead to the world. Crying as I had had really taken it out of me, and I was ready to put the day behind me. Not even Lucia's drunken snoring had managed to keep me from sleep.

As I was telling her what had happened, she'd taken a shot of vodka every time she could feel herself getting angry - which was often apparently. By the time we had decided to head to bed, she could only stumble to the bed and collapse on it.

Waking up, I was glad I hadn't had as much to drink as she did, so I didn't have a hangover. After laying in bed for a while trying to come to terms with how everything had gone so wrong in my relationship with Tony, I eventually drag myself out of the warm comforter and make my way to the kitchen. Starting the coffee machine, I check my phone and see that Lexi had messaged me about twenty minutes ago.

'Morning, if you're up yet can I head over? x'

While waiting for the coffee machine to work its magic, I reply to her.

'Hey, I just got up. You honestly don't have to come check on me, I'll be okay.'

Within a few seconds, I receive another message.

'I know, but I want to. I'll be over in fifteen x'

A smile makes its way to my lips, and I feel it tug on the cut. Pushing away the intrusive thoughts trying to flood my mind, I pour myself a cup of coffee and allow myself to fall into the sofa.

My mind begins to wonder what will happen now. Obviously I'm going to get my own place, but I'm going to have to find a divorce lawyer. Thankfully, we had signed a prenup before we got married, so figuring out the financial side of it shouldn't be much of a problem. The apartment we bought together, but I have no interest in living there anymore, so either Tony's going to have to buy me out, or we sell it.

Then I wonder if it'd be a bad idea to be in a room alone with him when I pack up the rest of my stuff. I still have more than half of my clothes at the apartment, as well as the rest of my stuff; some of which is sentimental. Knowing Tony, I can almost guarantee he's going to want to be there when I properly move out, and who knows how he'd react to me being there, never mind me being there for the last time and taking all of my belongings. Maybe I could just hire someone to go and gather the specific things I want?

A soft knock on the front door pulls me from my thoughts, so I place my now empty coffee cup on the table beside the sofa and head for the door. With my hand on the handle, I remember the state of my face, and I don't feel like answering a bunch of questions if it's anyone other than Lexi. I quickly check through the peephole and spot a somewhat anxious looking Lexi, causing me to let out a relieved sigh.

I swing the door open and step aside allowing her to step through. Before she does, her eyes scan over my face, spending slightly longer on the now purple and swollen spot near my chin. She takes a step closer to me and brings her hand slowly towards my cheek. Her hand gently rests against my skin, and I feel my eyes closing at the warm and tender action. With my eyes still closed, I feel her body shifting closer to my own; her free hand places itself on my hip and I can feel both her body heat and breath against me; causing my heart to beat harder.

I nervously swallow and open my eyes and manage to get captured in hers. There is a slight crease above her eyes, telling me that she's battling with something, but I'm not going to try and pry. Her ocean eyes bore into mine and I once again find myself feeling safe as my gaze spots that familiar island amongst the deep blue. After a few moments, her face leans forward and her lips place a gentle kiss on my unaffected cheek.