I haven't seen my husband since the day I found out that he was bett to be with me.
Two years ago.
I sent Kendall to get him to sign the divorce papers.
Word says that he hasn't even looked at a women since then.
I would've been fine with him still seeing his children, but he lost custody for putting Reese into a coma.
I haven't even seen his family. I got an apartment in New York City. He is no longer the CEO of Apple, but I'm still the CEO of Disney.
My own father won't talk to me.
Everyone is mad at me.
I sit on my bed, the twins sleeping.
Silently, I flip through our wedding album.
He seems so...
So sincere.
Like he really did love me.
I g back to photos from once we started dating.
Even then he seemed sincere.
Everyone I know hates me for not going back to him, just to talk.
I need to see him.
I bring the book with me. I call Armstrong and make him swear to secrecy.
He lives at a shitty apartment in Clearwater, Florida.
I'm so scared.
My mind keeps pulling me back and telling me not to go, but I drop the two year old twins at Kendall and Armstrong's house and I get on the first flight to Tampa. I rent a car and drive to Luke's house.
It's on Betty Lane.
It's dark when I get there.
I shut off my headlights.
I honestly look better than I ever have. I look older, fitter...my biceps are strong, not scrawny, and I have a slight six pack.
I have on black slacks, the kind I wear to work. He always loved those, and I have a red loose tank top and a black push-up bra and a matching thong.
My hair is down. I take out the one photo that I have to ask about, our wedding photo, and then I walk up to the door, take a deep breath, and knock, hard, insistent.
I hear a lock unlock, and then another, and then another.
He opens the door.
His eyes widen.
He needs to shave desperately. I was expecting him to be fat or something, but no, he's very, very, very buff.
It's clear he put all his pain into the gym.
I walk right into his house.
"I want to know why." I cross my arms. "I want to know why the fuck you stayed. I want to know why you didn't tell me, and I want to know," I slam our wedding photo onto his table. "Why you look like you actually care when you don't."
He stares at me in shock for a second, and then blinks and shakes his head.
"I stayed because I love you."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"Luke, you don't need to lie."
He shuts the front door.
"I'm not lying." he whispers.
I don't see Luke. I don't see my Luke in the man I'm looking at, I see a heartbroken man who's life is over.
