Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Jordan

Mia has been asleep for hours, but I haven't so much as even closed my eyes. I don't know if Cannon will be busting through the door at any second, trying to start shit with her. If that happens, my ass needs to be awake.

Regardless, I'm not even close to being tired. My mind is too full.

Things with Evelyn are a fucking mess, and there has to be a resolution soon because we can't keep going on this way. The commentating gigs are weighing on me. And I know, no matter how goddamn hard I try, I can't walk away from Mia.

Since she fell asleep, my brain has skated circles around all the possibilities of where my life is headed—the scenarios that could play out over the next few weeks and the different outcomes. Staying here isn't helping me come up with any answers. I need to get home before Evelyn wakes up and realizes I'm not there.

I slide away from Mia's body and throw my T-shirt over my head. I lace up my sneakers and kiss her cheek. "I'll text you later," I whisper.

She doesn't even stir. She drank enough last night to keep her passed out for a while.

It isn't even six in the morning yet as I start my way across the beach toward my house.

I promised Evelyn I'd call my attorney today. I intend to have that checked off before she has the chance to ask me again. Since Lloyd is used to my hockey schedule, he won't at all be surprised that I'm phoning this early. I hit his number in my Contacts and wait for him to pick up.

"Good morning, Jordan," he says.

"Morning, Lloyd. Listen, Evelyn's parents have a business down here on the beach. It's a water sports company that they've owned for years. Find out what the fair market value is and offer them ten percent above it. Have the paperwork in Evelyn's name, not mine."

"No problem. I'll happily take care of it. But I have to ask, are you only putting it in her name for tax purposes, or is there something else I should know about?"

Lloyd has been my attorney for my entire career. He made sure my assets were protected when Evelyn and I got married, and he's overseen every financial investment I've made. His question isn't because he's nosy; it's because he'll be the one who handles the divorce.

"We're going to be separating," I tell him.

Fuck, I should be having this conversation with Evelyn first, not Lloyd. I feel like shit, saying those words when my wife hasn't even heard them.

"I'm sorry, Jordan. It's not the news I like to hear."

The water laps not far from my sneakers, and I kick at one of the waves. "I want her to be taken care of. I know the purchase of this business will help with that."

"Your prenup will help, too. She'll be awarded a substantial settlement based on the amount of years you've been married. As long as she's reasonable and she invests wisely, she'll never have to work again."

"Good. That's important."

"Should I have my team start drafting the documents?"

I stop walking and stare at my house up ahead. It's about a quarter of a mile from where I stand.

When I married Evelyn, I didn't consider the future. I saw my child growing in her stomach, and I had hockey running through my veins. Nothing else mattered. Not the problems that were bigger than us or the weakness of our love or the only thing that kept us attached.