The window slowly rolled down, and I stared
<
John gripped the steering wheel and didn’t
say a word.
After a long, tense moment, he slammed his
fist on the steering wheel and muttered,
“You’re the General’s wife, Wendy. What more
could you possibly want?”
Yeah.
I was the envy of everyone, the General’s
wife. What more could I possibly want?
But I was also a woman. A woman who
needed to be loved and cherished by her
husband!
If you don’t love me, I’ll just go. “My position
is very clear, John.”
“Divorce!”
“Damn it!” John threw open the car door and
grabbed my arm. “Wendy, are you really
giving up on us?”
I looked at the hand that used to hold mine,
lead me through the darkest times, and just
felt disgusted.
It hit me: I was finally, truly done with him.
I frowned, shook off his hand. “What do you
want, John?”
John’s hand froze in mid–air.
Finally, he sighed, his voice softening. “I…
want you to come home.”
く
Looking at his tormented face, I suddenly felt
nothing but irritation.
John was a smart man.
He knew exactly why I wanted a divorce.
He was just playing dumb.
I took a deep breath and tried to explain one
last time, as calmly as I could. “You told me
yourself that you love Elle the most. That I
stole her place as the General’s wife.
“You said that Lily was so sweet and smart,
that you wanted to be her father.”
“You were the one who made me answer
those ridiculous military questions, got our
son killed, and almost killed me.”
“Now I’m doing what you wanted. I’m getting
a divorce. I’m giving up my place as the
General’s wife. I’m letting you be with the
woman you really love…”
“So why don’t you want that now?”
“John, I’m saying this one last time. I want a
divorce.”
“Do you understand? I. Want. A. Divorce!”
John rubbed his temples, looking like he’d
been drained of all his energy, and started
chain–smoking.
He finished the whole pack and crushed the
empty box in his hand, throwing it on the
<
“Wendy, I…”
He was the one who kept messing around
with Elle, destroying the love I had for him.
So why was he acting like he was the victim?
I ran my hands through my hair, trying to
control my anger. “I’ve given Mr. Cooper full
authority to handle the divorce.
“If you don’t cooperate, he’ll file for divorce
himself.”
“John, we’re done.”
After that night, John seemed to vanish from
my life.
My life went back to normal. I ran the coffee
<
When I had free time, I went to coffes
conventions, made friends with people who
shared my passion.
“Wondy, it’s getting cold. There’s no heating in the convention center. You should put on something warmer.” A familiar voice said
from behind me.
I spun around and looked into John’s deep
brown eyes.
It had been so long since John and I split up; I
never expected to run into him here, of all
places.
“What are you doing here?” The question
blurted out before I could stop it. As far as I
knew, John was allergic to coffee! Even the
smell made him sick. I remembered the first
time I mad
coffee at home: be flow into a
<
time I made coffee at home; he flew into a
rage, smashed all my brewing equipment, and
I never dared make it again.
“I know you love it, so I thought I’d check it
out…”
Honestly, I didn’t care what brought him here.
I just asked the first thing that came to mind.
“Oh. Right.”
I turned to leave, but John grabbed my arm
from behind. “Wendy, can we talk? Please?”
I was about to tell him to let go when a
woman’s voice cut through the air. “Well, well,
Wendy Rivers. What a coincidence, bumping
into you here.”
L
Elle Davies walked up behind John, her kid in
tow. I knew it. Only Elle could drag John to a
place he hated.
