Delaney James seems to have it all-a successful husband, a stylish Manhattan townhouse, and a thriving career in fashion journalism-until it all falls apart. Her husband leaves her, shattering the perfect life she once knew. Heartbroken and desperat...
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"What are you doing here?"
How many times have I imagined this moment? How many times did I dream of it? When I'd lay in bed at night, I used to picture him showing up at my front door. He'd tell me he made a mistake. He'd tell me it was over between him and Chelsea, that I was the only woman he's ever loved, and then 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 could manifest it. Every time my phone rang, or 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, all I feel is disappointment, and rightfully annoyed.
I move toward Will but Greyson steps in front of me, blocking my way. I know he's just being protective, but if I'm going to get answers, I need him to back off a little bit. I lift my hand and press it against his back to let him know I'm okay. He moves, but barely.
"I came to get you. I'm taking you back to New York with me."
"The fuck you are!" Greyson shouts. 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, sweetie. I messed up."
"Damn right you did," Greyson says.
"I want to work things 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 hands, 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 in court – and with me – a thousand times, and as usual, I can't tell if he's being honest, or if he's playing me.
"Is that true?" I ask.
"Yes. She moved out a few days ago."
"Did you end things with her, or did she break up with you and move out on her own?" Greyson asks.
Will sighs and drops his eyes to the ground. "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 would have. Eventually."
"Eventually. He would have ended it eventually. What a stand-up guy." Greyson starts clapping exaggeratedly. "You've gotta be kidding me."
"Sweetie, please listen to me," Will begs. "I don't want a divorce. Not anymore. I never should have let you leave."
I tighten my arms around myself and 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 slept with another woman. For months! You brought her into our home, and then you ended our marriage to pursue a relationship with her. I can't ever trust you again."
