Page 126 of My Only

“Tired of you making excuses. Tired of you making me feel crazy. And yet, here you are, walking into this house, at this hour, telling me you were out with her.”

I shook my head. Held up a hand.

“Nah, man, you didn’t let me finish?—”

“Were you or were you not out with her, Hassani?”

Her voice was sharp as glass.

I nodded. “I was, but not for?—”

“I want…”

Her voice hitched.

Like she couldn’t breathe.

Like the words were stuck in her throat.

“A,” I stepped forward. Reached for her. “Baby, I?—”

“I want a divorce.”

The words hung in the air.

Thick. Heavy. Final.

And I swear, I felt my heart crack inside my chest. Cracked so hard I had to step back to keep my balance. Grabbed at the space over my heart a second later.

“You lost this game… don’t lose your wife.”

Fuck.

My knees buckled.

I had to force myself to stay on my feet.

“Ayla.” I took a step forward but stopped when she held up a hand.

She stood next.

Turned away.

“A. Boogie,” I whispered.

Whispered because I couldn’t find my voice.

Was this shit happening?

Because it felt like a really bad fucking nightmare.

She kept walking.

Even as I reached for her hand.

She slapped it away.

My pulse hammered.

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