Page 3 of Capri

“Capri, just give me a second,” Drew pleads, finally covering himself. I send him a sharp smile, and there’s nothing nice about it. “I’ll get to you.”

I turn my sights to Vivian. After all, this will be the last time I spare her so much as a minute of my time. “You.” I point to her. “Get the fuck out of my house,” I shout. My voice bellows, and truthfully, I surprise myself. For someone who I once told everything to, shared everything with, she’s the last person I ever expected to betray me like this.

She doesn’t deserve time, respect, or compassion.

The sooner she leaves, the sooner I can be done with the dirtbag standing in front of me like a lost sheep.

Vivian gathers her dress before pulling it over her head, and I impatiently wait for her to exit. Just when I think she’ll leave, she walks up to Drew and kisses him on the cheek.

My lack of care tells me everything I need to know.

The love is gone.

Heading toward the door, she stops directly beside me, the smell of her strong perfume making me cough. Or is it her sour stench?

“You were never what he wanted,” her conniving voice says just below a whisper. “Ask him who he ran to after your honeymoon. Ask him who he fucked all night long, my name spilling from his lips.”

My body freezes, but I don’t show it. I mentally connect all the dots I thought I’d noticed and convinced myself I was being too paranoid to accept. All the nights I spent alone when we weresupposedto be high on love and reckless in the bedroom.

But Vivian’s not done yet. “And ask him who he’s been coming inside of every day since.” Her dark chuckle leaves a nasty aroma as she saunters off, and I don’t move a muscle until the sound of the front door slamming rattles the house.

“Baby,” Drew has the nerve to plead for me. “You know how these things go…”

“How long?” Gone is the wife who did everything for this man with a smile on her face. Never again.

“I wanted to tell you. We wanted to tell?—”

“How. Long. Drew?”

My eyes finally shift to him, and for the first time since I’ve known Drew, he looks defeated. I should feel bad about that, but I don’t. I’m done defending him.

His blue eyes search for my understanding. He won’t find it. “Five years. Since we got back from Seattle.” His tone is calm.

So, since our honeymoon five years ago—just like Vivian said. We traveled to Seattle because we were broke, but also, as I believed, so blissfully in love, it didn’t matter where we went. What mattered was that we were together.

“Even after…?” God. It’s so fucking hard to hold my emotions in right now. Just thinking about Drew screwing around on me while I was in the hospital…recovering…grieving.

Alone.

He nods, remaining silent. There’s nothing he could say that would compensate for his heartless absence. His cruelty to someone he called hiswife.

Strangely, I’m not upset that I’m losing Drew. I’m sad that I know myself, and I’ll be mourning the loss of the life I thought I could have one day.

Add in the loss of my best friend.

It was easier to tell myself there were legitimate reasons for his distance than to hear this truth.

Drew was never a husband to me, and that all makes perfect sense now, despite how much it hurts to be betrayed. “We’re done,” I say, the fog and confusion I’ve felt all this time clearing and showing me the truth behind all of it.

“What?” He scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. Come to bed and we’ll talk about it.”

The audacity.

Drew tries to reach for me, but I jerk my arm, flinging him off of me. “Don’t you dare touch me. You lost that right when you stuck your dick somewhere it didn’t belong.”

A cold scowl crosses his face. He looks malicious, like a dark cloud has taken over, and I’m the lucky victim of his torrential downpour. “Like you’ll make it without me. Without my money. You need me, Cap, and you know it too.”

There’s one thing that even Drew doesn’t know about me anymore, and it’s that the only person I need is myself. If he were around, he would have seen that.

---