“You’re the one who destroyed everything,” I said, punching him in the chest with my forefinger, though I really wanted to use my fist. “I loved you with everything inside of me. I gave you my ALL.”

“And now, if you’ll give me time, I will make this up to you. I promise you, it will never happen again.”

“Damn straight it won’t. Not to me.”

I marched from the living room and then, toward the stairs, but before I could take a step up, he grabbed my arm, stopping me. My heart was beating fast, my breaths were coming quick as I glanced down to where he held me. When I raised my eyes, I glared at him with all of my rage, trying to bore a hole into his soul. “I don’t want to get into anything more with you, Jeremy,” I began through clenched teeth, because my children are right up these stairs. But if you don’t let me go, I promise you what will happen next, will be Washington Post front page news worthy, Jeremy. Don’t try me.”

He didn’t release his grip. “I just want you to understand. I just want you to give me another chance,” he pleaded.

“There can’t be a second chance,” I said as nonchalantly as I could with a heart that was crashing against my chest, “with an outside child. Now let go of me, or you will pay the price.”

It was my words and my tone, I was sure. Slowly, his fingers uncurled from around my arm. With a final glare, I stomped up the stairs, though the strength that I moved with belied the ache that rolled through every bit of me.

My life as I knew it was over, forever. Jeremy thought that I was walking away from $8 million, but I didn’t care about that. Jeremy was the one who’d changed because of the money and the power. Not me.

What I was walking away from was the man who’d broken my heart and he didn’t have the tools nor the capacity to put us back together. And because of that, there was nothing more that I could do.

Because of that, this was O.V.E.R.

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

"Well, if it isn't my best friend in the whole wide world."

I looked up from my iPad where I had been engrossed in Michelle Obama's book, to see Dru standing over me with that sunshine smile that I’d missed so much.

"Hey, Girl," I exclaimed as I leapt up to hug her. "How are you?"

She squeezed me tight, then took a step back, her eyes running from my honey blonde pixie cut down to my red bottom spiked boots. "Not as good as you, obviously. You're looking fabulous as always." She snapped her fingers. "Dang, talk about divorce looking good on somebody."