The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 33

I was furious. And I had every reason to be. But I knew that spending my life angry with Sam wasn't going to benefit our daughter in any way. So Sam and I agreed to sit Everly down and explain the situation together.

When she asked why we were getting a divorce, we explained to her that we had grown apart. Which wasn't too far from the truth. Then we made sure to remind her that even though we won't be living together anymore, we would always be a family. But most importantly, that we loved her.

Sam and I still had a lot of issues. We were full of emotions, most of them negative. We have a lot to work through. I have a lot to work through.

I've spent days racking my brain trying to figure out what I did wrong. Why my husband thought cheating would be the answer to our problems. And after careful evaluation, I have come to the conclusion that none of it was my fault. As a wife, I did all I could for our marriage. I wanted it work.

I'm at a point where I could care less that he cheated. The fact that he came every night and not once did he try to talk things out with me angered me more. If he wasn't happy, he could have told me. We could have gone to see a marriage counselor like I wanted. If not, then this divorce could have been more amicable.

And then the kids... I can't believe I'm even thinking this, but I'm glad I never got pregnant again. I dodged a bullet.

"Goodnight, bunny," I whispered, tucking my daughter into her bed. 

The other guest room had become her own. And she was definitely claiming the territory. There were toys everywhere, and pictures she drew hanging up on the walls. Definitely homier than before. Not as cold and lonely.

"Goodnight, mommy."

I smiled and kissed her forehead, before leaving the room and going back downstairs. After tonight, I was in need of some wine and a good cuddle. Unfortunately, Rade wasn't home yet so wine was just going to have to do for now.

I shifted around the kitchen, grabbing the things I needed to fix myself a glass of wine. I had just taken a sip of the glass when I heard the door open and close.

Rade entered the kitchen.

My heart fluttered. Like it always does when I see, or think about him. "Want some?" I offered when I noticed how exhausted he looked. He dragged his feet, his eyes sunken like he could barely keep his eyes open. Still, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

I held out my hand, letting him take the glass from me. He took a drink before placing it back in my hand and sighing.

"Stressful day at the restaurant?"

"Mhm," he hummed, the deep sound rumbling the part of me that didn't give a fuck about his feelings. Luckily, I had enough self-control and common sense to know that my pussy wasn't what he needed right now.

He loosened the tie around his neck, tugging it off and setting it down on the counter. The grip around my glass tightened and I sucked in a breath. This whole waiting until after I'm divorced to have sex thing hasn't been easy. After the shitty night I had with Sam, I needed him to fuck me now more than ever.

"How did the parent-teacher conference go?"

My eyes shot up to his. "Oh, um, shitty."

"Hm." His reaction told me he wasn't surprised. Sam had that kind of effect on me. Always bringing out the worst in me. A shame I don't remember what it looked like when he was bringing the best out of me. "Are you okay?"

"Things could be better," I answered honestly.

Rade closed the distance between us, removing the glass from my hand so he could pull me into his chest. An arm slithered around my waist and a large hand cupped the back of my head, holding me to him. I inhaled deeply, unashamed as I smelled the cologne on him.