Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“I’ll be right back,” I tell Trent, who in front of Dr. Visabell doesn’t say anything. I walk over to the back of the room where the silent auction table is, seeing the two white bouquets of flowers on the table. I look in the first one and see Cheryl’s name on the card and then see the next one, my name written across the middle of the white card. I open my purse, shoving it in before turning and walking back to Trent.
We wish everyone goodnight as we walk out of the room. “Thank fuck that is finally over,” he grouses, walking in front of me. We get to the bottom of the stairs as the doors open.
“I need the car for Dr. Yoder,” the valet guy says into the walkie-talkie. “We’ll be right out.”
“I need another car also,” Trent says to him and he nods his head and I look at him.
“What do you need another car for?” I ask him, holding my purse in my hands in front of me.
“I’m going to stay at the apartment near the hospital.” He looks around to make sure no one can hear him. “After the shitshow of tonight, I need to think.”
“You need to think,” I repeat, my voice not as low as his was.
“Lower your voice,” he warns. “It’ll also give you a chance to think about the scene you caused tonight,” he adds. When our car gets there, he walks to the back door of the car and opens it for me. “I’ll see you tomorrow and we can talk then.” He leans down to kiss me, but instead of waiting for it, I duck my head and get into the car. He sticks his head into the car. “I can see I made the right decision.” He doesn’t wait for me to say anything, instead shutting the door in my face.
I sit in the back of the car, looking out at him shaking the valet guy’s hand as he walks toward the car he got for him. The driver gets into the car. “Are we going straight home, Mrs. Yoder?” I look at him as he watches me in the rearview mirror.
“Yes,” I confirm with a smile, “take me home.” I swallow down the lump in my chest as I look out of the window. It was supposed to be my night. I worked my ass off to make tonight the most successful fundraiser the hospital ever had and, in the end, he ruined it for me.
My eyes go dry as the tip of my nose stings. I put my hand on my stomach as I watch the city fade away as he drives me closer to my house. The last thing I want tonight is to fall apart in the car in front of a stranger.
I close my eyes as I blink away the tears. My head goes back to that moment outside with him and Kirby, I will never in my life forget. A moment I will never in my life forgive him for. The minute I got the flowers and I took a step back, I looked toward where Trent was supposed to be sitting but saw it was empty. I smiled at everyone as I handed the flowers back to the waiter, and he told me where he would put them until I was ready to leave. “He’s so thoughtful,” Cheryl praised Kirby, and all I could do was nod because it was more than that.
I looked over and saw his date was chatting head to head with Darryl, and instead of sitting down, I walked out of the ballroom, coming to a stop when I saw Tatum, one of the surgery coordinators, walking in from outside. Her red dress hanging too low in the front, low enough that you could see her fake, round tits. Her face was pale, as if she was caught doing something, as she hurried back into the ballroom. She stopped when she saw me. “Is my husband out there?” I asked her and whatever color was in her face was totally gone. She couldn’t even answer me, all she could do was nod her head and quickly run away.
I rolled my eyes and wondered if I should even go out there. I knew I should have turned and walked back into the ballroom, but instead I was pulling the door open at the exact moment I heard the words that would change everything, “For fuck’s sake, her father is a fucking drug addict. She should be thankful I took pity on her.”
Everything happened so fast after that, I had to make sure Kirby didn’t do anything he would regret in the morning.
I open my eyes when I feel the car coming to a stop and the sound of the door being shut. Looking out of my window, I see I’m in front of my house. The door is pulled open as the driver holds out his hand. “Thank you.” I nod at him once I’m out of the car, and he lets go of the door. “Have a nice evening.”