Delaney James seemed to have it all-a Manhattan townhouse, a thriving career as a fashion journalist, and a handsome, high-powered husband, but when he announces he's leaving her, Delaney's picture-perfect life unravels. Heartbroken and in need of a...
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"What are you doing here?"
How many times have I envisioned this moment? For weeks, I pictured him showing up at my front door. He'd tell me he made a mistake. That it was over between him and Chelsea, that I was the only woman he's ever loved, and he'd beg me to take him back, and I would – every single time. I prayed for that moment. I thought if I imagined it enough, I'd manifest it. Every time there was a knock at the door, I hoped it'd be him. But it never was.
I've wanted him to come for me so many times, but now that he's here, I don't feel anything but indifference.
"I came for you. I'm taking you back to New York with me."
"Excuse me?" Greyson asks. I can feel anger radiating off him. "She isn't going –"
"What do you mean you're taking me back to New York?" I interrupt. "We're in the middle of a divorce."
"That's a mistake. I messed up."
"Damn right you did," Greyson says.
"We can work this out. You're my wife, Delaney. We shouldn't throw our marriage away over one stupid mistake." He takes a step toward me and reaches for my hand, but I cross my arms over my chest and back away from him. "I ended things with Chelsea."
His face is set in the stoic expression I've grown so used to. The one I've seen him use while rehearsing his closing arguments, so I can't tell if he's being honest, or if he's playing me.
"Did you end things with her, or did she break up with you?" Greyson asks.
Will sighs. "She broke up with me and moved out on her own, but it was over before it even started. If she hadn't ended it first, I eventually would've."
"He would've ended it eventually. What a stand-up guy." Greyson starts laughing. "You have to be kidding me."
"Sweetie, listen to me," Will begs. "I don't want a divorce anymore. I never should have let you leave."
I nod in agreement. "You're right. You shouldn't have. And it wasn't one stupid mistake, Will. You didn't get drunk and have a one-night stand. You had a monthslong affair! You brought her into our home, and then you ended our marriage to pursue a relationship with her. I'll never trust you again."
"Delaney, please. I miss you. I don't even know who I am or what to do without you. I'm lost without you. I love you. You're the only one for me."
My heart drops the moment the words leave his mouth. Not only is Will an attorney, but he's also a raging narcissist. He knows exactly what to say to get what he wants, and the fact that we were together for seven years only makes this easier for him. He knows what to say to break me down, but Greyson showers me with praise and tells me how important I am to him every single day, and when he kisses me and says I'm the only one for him, I feel it in my bones. If he and I hadn't rekindled our relationship and he hadn't helped me get my strength and confidence back, I'd already be on a plane on my way back to New York with Will.
