Mending Broken Wings

The Meeting

Hello Mrs Easton , Mr. Easton is expecting you."

"Now Henry, I know this is a different situation all around, but I'm no longer Mrs Easton. Its Ms. Jordan now."

"I'm sorry mam, Ms. Jordan. I sure have missed your macadamia cookies. Haven't tasted one like it."

Laughing I say "That's because no one baked like my momma and that was her recipe. Ill be in the city for a little while and Phillips been begging for a batch I can slide some by sometime."

"Oh I would greatly appreciate it Ms. Jordan"

"No problem, Henry. Now take me to the devil"

Henry was the building doorman. He was in his seventies and sweet as pie. I ate quite a bit of dinners with Henry while Bryce was gone. When we reach the elevator I feel the knots gathering in my stomach. The bile was rising and my body was breaking out in a sweat. I had to get myself together before I seen Bryce.

"Are you ok Ms. Jordan? You don't look well"

"If you could just stop the elevator Henry. I would appreciate it."

As soon Henry hit the stop button I calmed a little.

"Sorry Henry its just I thought I would never have to come back here again. I'm a little nervous."

"I understand Mam. You know I really like Mr. Easton. This last couple of years have been hard for him. He seems like a man whos in a lot of pain. He has a good heart under all that pain."

"I wish I had your faith Henry. Go ahead and hit the button. I'm ready"

"Yes mam"

Emerging from the Elevator we were standing in front of the door that separated me from Bryce. Before we could buzz in the door opened and there stood Bryce. And he was mouth watering in his favorite holey light wash designer jeans and black tight fitting V neck T-shirt. He was barefoot the way he would be when we would spend the day at home cuddling and watching movies. Sharp pains slicing through my heart.

"Welcome Wife. How nice to see you. " Looking behind me he dimisses Henry

"Thank you Henry I can handle Ms Easton now. Come on in wifey" Bryce said putting emphasis on wifey

Walking in I find the nearest hard surface to sit. That just so happened to be the bar stool in the kitchen. There was no way I was sitting on any object Bryce and Char may have had sex on. Looking around I see that nothing has changed. Well except for our pictures. They were gone. I hadn't taken anything from the penthouse. I even left most of the clothes Bryce had bought me. I left all the jewelery and even most of the shoes. When we married Bryce had let me redecorate the entire Penthouse. A lot of it we did together. Its still the same. As I was taking in my surroundings I didn't notice that Bryce was speaking.

"Earth to Taylor"

"Sorry, what did you say?"
"I said you can have a seat on the couch."
Giving the couch a once over I visibly snub the notion "No, I'm good right here. Let's just get this over with so we both can move on with our lives. Where's the papers?"

"What papers?"
"The divorce papers. I assumed the ones we had written up weren't up to your standards so you had new ones drawn up. Even though I still don't want anything from you but my last name back "

Grinning maliciously he replied "Well I did have new papers drawn up but that's not why your here and you know it. I want answers Tay."

"What answers? What possibly could you want to know?" I had every intention to sticking with the plan me and Phillip had put in play. Unless he through a wrench in my wheel. I had thought and thought about what I should do and Phillip claiming Blaise as his son is the better option. There's no way this Bryce standing in front of me and Char could co parent. Neither of them are hardly ever sober as it is. How could they possibly help raise a two year old. God help their child. And if he ever found out I'd kept Blaise from him. God help me. Hopefully that birth certificate can be altered soon.

"When?"

When what?"

When did you find out you were pregnant?"
"That's not what I came to answer. My son is not one of the questions that concern you Bryce."

He was on me faster than I could blink. His hand fisted around my hair and my head was yanked back. Anger was radiating off him and his face was distorted. Growling
"You'll answer any questions I have. got it"
When I didn't answer right away he yanked a little harder. So hard In fact I was clinging to his shirt with my legs wrapped around his to keep from falling off the stool.

Fire flashed through me. He had no right. No right to touch me. No right to demand answers from me about the child he threw out. Well, he didn't know about but still. I wasn't thinking about that right now.

"Get your hands off me. Fucking now" I spewed venom through clenched teeth.
Leaning over me so he was mearly and inch from my face.
"Did you think I was fucking joking when I said I would take you and Phillip apart, Tay? I will. I will destroy both of you. When im done with you you won't even have the clothes on your back. Don't fuck with me on this. I will ruin you" He spews back , releases me and steps away.

"Now when did you find out you were pregnant?"

Believing every word he just said I answered "A few weeks after you threw me out on the street."

"You mean a few weeks after I found out you were fucking my best friend behind my back."

"A few weeks after you accused me and then slept with my best friend . Apparently that you'd been in a relationship with since you were 15 and neglected to tell me. " he can have his answers if he wanted them but there was no way in hell I wasnt going to remind him of his short comings. I glared at him letting him know he can have whatever answers he wanted but I wasn't going to make it easy.

"Julia left us dinner. Shall we" he said waving towards the dining room.

"This isn't a date Bryce. I'm not hungry. I just want to get this over with and go home to my son." I say pleading
"Well I am. Now come sit" pushing me toward the dining table.
When we've been seated he picks up his glass of scotch and takes a long gulp.
" I told you I would only do this with you if you were sober "
"And when have you known me to get drunk?"
"The night you asked for a divorce and apparently a lot since then."
"I was drunk that night and for a few weeks after but I've haven't been since."

Shrugging nonchalantly " I wouldn't care if you were"
Smiling smugly he says " Oh Phillip is the one who gets all your concern now. How's that working out for you?"
"Did you seriously bring me here for this?"
"No. I brought you here because we're still married. A fact you already know. But what you don't know is the new judge is anti divorce. And has ruled that couple must do a 30 day reconcile attempt. An order for us to live together in the same house.
"No way. They can't do that"
"We were almost out of the clause until he found out about your son. Now its definite. Believe me I tried. So we can either live together for 30 days or be married to each other forever. Your choice."

"I don't plan to ever get married again so I don't care if legally we are married. There is no way in hell I'm living here with you for 30 days. In that case I'll see ya around. Bye Felicia."
I waved and stood to walk out of there.
"I don't think you get it. If we stay married I have legal rights to you, your money, and your son."

"You'll never have anything over my son. "
"All we have to do is live together for 30 days. I'm hardly here anyways. In 30 days we will never see each other again. "

"Promise?"

"I promise they will give us this divorce after the reconciliation try"

"I meant do you promise I will never have to see your face again. Because that's the only reason I'm doing this. I'll be here at 9am." I spewed with all the hate I had inside me and left. How the hell was I going to live with Bryce for thirty days?