Married to the Devil

Chapter 30

Another few weeks have dragged by since the incident.

I'm sitting on my bed in my parent's home with my phone in my lap. Thankfully tears are not falling down my face. There's this new thing I'm trying where I'm not sobbing over my soon- to- be ex-husband.

I have to seal the deal with the breakup. We haven't seen each other for weeks and that sure seems like an obvious breakup sign but he hasn't talked to me at all. He hasn't even tried to reach me in any way.

Not that I want him too.

My heart still hurts but I know that I'm strong and that I'll get over him eventually, if not soon. The anger and the hate that I bear for him still remains fairly strong. It's hard to forget his betrayal and strange philosophy that by teaming up with Evelyn he'd somehow impress me.

My fingers drift to my temples to massage the stress away and figure out what to say to Derek.

Talking on the phone is not an option.

If possible, I'd rather not hear his deep, rolling voice and-

Stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Ugh. I can still hear him and his voice.
A pang of hurt rivets through my heart and bounces around my rib cage.

I can't believe this. I should be over him. Over his nonsense and his weird quirks that I've gotten to know over these months.

I hate Derek.

Remember that Kate.

I.Hate. Derek.

Okay, back to texting him. We need to discuss the next steps that we are taking for the divorce.

Divorce.

Everything about it sounds so final.

A simple, 'We need to talk' just seems a little bit cliché. There has to be something more original than that. But texting something like, 'We need a divorce' doesn't seem to be the right approach either.

I hate that I can't think of anything and that in spending so much of my time on this. I should be out partying about being a single woman again. Instead, all of my time is spent pondering which phrase would sound formal, but unique, about a stupid divorce!

My head fell forward right into my waiting arms, resting on my lap. They went straight to massage my aching temples.

I've spent hours thinking about what to say and how to say it with nothing but an empty message page on my phone screen.

You really do love him.

Shut up voice in my head. I most certainly do not.
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Evelyn kissing Derek just rubbed me the wrong way. A weird veil of red shielded my eyes and before I knew what I was doing I had marched over to them viewing with a front row seat.

"Move!" I yelled.

The two jumped apart, Evelyn looked furious and Derek looked like he wanted to avoid me for the rest of his remaining lifespan.

Evelyn's brows wrinkled up,"What do you want Kate?"

I shot her a look, "Sorry I forgot my froyo."

She looked down to my hand holding my paper cup, "But it's right there."

In a slow and deliberate move, without batting an eye at her, I placed my arm between them and placed it the counter behind them.

"There, now I believe that's my cup," My smug smile widening at her irritation.

She rolled her eyes and flipped her immaculately done hair over her shoulder. Evelyn moved aside to let me through.

I wedged myself between her and Derek and turned so that I faced him.
All the hurt that I harbored toward him showed in my face.

"Next time decide to lead me by the nose, at least take a couple days off before you find your next girlfriend." I said as loudly as I could.

I grabbed my cup and walked as fast as I could towards Cass.

She shot her eyebrows up at me in a look of surprise and awe.