Page 51 of Reformation

“Ha!” The laugh that comes out of me is straight evil. “So, let me get this straight. After you picked up my near-dead body from the beach and took me to the hospital, you decided you deserved an atta-boy fuck, so you went to my wife to get it? Or maybe you thought she’d be so grateful that you saved my life she’d suck your dick in gratitude?”

I see him wince at my words, but I don’t care. The only reason I don’t punch him is because he actually did me a favor by allowing me to speed my divorce up.

“It wasn’t like that. It was the Mayor’s Christmas Eve ball. You know that donors are always giving at Christmas. End-of-the-year tax write-offs for them and all. I figured you would have wanted me there.”

He stops to gather his thoughts, and I have a feeling I know what’s coming next. “I saw Annika. Which shocked me because you know… you were in the hospital. She told me how sad she was about your condition, and that she was only there to take her mind off of you. We started talking and… well, one thing led to another.”

Really? One thing led to another with your best friend’s wife? What the fuck kind of high school bullshit reasoning is that?

“And ever since?”

He nods. “Yeah, ever since.”

“The girl you were talking to me about in our office?”

“Yeah, it was her.”

As if on cue, a voice that now grates on my last nerve comes from the staircase.

“Baby? Who was that? Did you make me my morning smooth—”

Annika’s words fall flat as she sees me sitting across from Trevor.

“Is that a new robe?” I ask, sarcasm oozing from my mouth. “Did I buy that, or did he?”

I thought I knew all of Annika’s expressions by now, but this one… this one is different. It’s like a combination of angry, shocked, sick, and… speechless? Basically, she looks like she’s pissed and sucking on a lemon after a three-day bender.

I can’t wait to divorce this woman.

“Garrett? What are you doing here? I was just… Trevor was…”

I stand, because I’m over being in this house with these people.

“I know everything, Annika. You don’t need to try and cover it up. Be ready for a call from my lawyer tomorrow. You’ll be getting the divorce papers by the end of the day. I’m really glad we already covered what happens if one of us cheats in the prenup. This will make everything go much faster. We. Are. Done.”

I get up to leave before I say anything that will get me in trouble, when I hear footsteps chasing me down.

“Garrett,” Trevor calls. I stop because—I don’t know why, I just do.

“What’s going to happen to the practice?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, because fuck if I know. I’ve been so focused on the two of them and what that would mean for the divorce, that I didn’t even begin to think about Innovative.

“You keep your distance and I’ll keep mine. Let me get divorced first, and then we’ll figure it out.”

He nods, probably thankful I didn’t say that I was going to try to take it from him.

“Oh, and Trevor?”

“Yeah?”

“She’s your problem now.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Paige

I hate Garrett Dixon.

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