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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

By the time school returns, I’ve made up my mind that I want a divorce. I don’t know when it’ll happen, but it needs to. The only reason I don’t confront her and ask her as soon as I’ve made up my mind is because January is a hard month for her. Her grandma and her aunt both died in January several years back, and I don’t have the heart to add to the sorrow. But as soon as the time is right, I’m having the conversation with her.

I can’t do this anymore.

I can’t live unhappily, pretending like things may go back to normal one day. Or pretend that we may be who the other needs suddenly. It won’t, and we won’t. We’re just too broken. Too different. We haven’t been happy in many, many years, and I can’t deny it anymore.

And I don’t want to.

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Cash DeMarco

Stone: Can’t sleep. You up?

It’s almost one in the morning and a little over a month since I texted Stone about his award. It’s been even longer than that since we made out in his office. My dick gets hard just thinking about that—the way he held me, the way he kissed me like I was everything he needed, the hunger in his eyes when the lights came back on.

Fuck me.

But then I also think about the way he pulled away from the second kiss that night. How what was an earth-shattering moment for me seemed so easy for him to ignore. He’s done a good job of denying whatever is between us. If it isn’t school related, he doesn’t speak to me. It’s not like he’s rude, but he makes sure everything is kept professional. Which, to a point, I can understand. A lot is on the line for him if he gets caught. But… in the same breath, how can he pretend he doesn’t feel it? How can he be in the same room as me—the same room we made out in—and not acknowledge the connection?

I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s like we’re two magnets, connected by a force that can’t be seen, but can’t be reckoned with either. I’m drawn to him, whether in my mind or physically, and I know he feels it too.

Still, I’m more than a little surprised to see a text from him.

Me: I’m up.

My message shows read, and he starts typing immediately, bringing a smile to my face.

Stone: What’s got you up so late?

Me: Can’t sleep. It happens a lot. You?

Stone: A lot on my mind…

Me: Care to share?

Stone: Honestly? You, mostly.