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He reluctantly agrees, grinding his teeth. “Fine. You did break the clause of the prenuptial, Greg. So it is her right.”
I sigh in relief. “Thank you, Daddy.” I give him a grateful smile.
“I will find other potential suitors for you to marry. Now leave us so I can tell Greg what this means for him.”
Seriously, just when I think I’ve made it out of this, I get sucked back into something new. Of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy.
I want to argue, but I’m exhausted. I can deal with his potential suitors' remarks later. Right now, I want to go take a bath and cry some more.
I step out of the room, but before I go far, I pause outside the door to catch a few words of Dad’s conversation with Greg.
Dad’s voice is serious. “You’re done, Greg. If the marriage is over, so is your position in the company. I’ll give you a good recommendation, but you can’t work for our competitors since you signed a non-compete.”
Greg’s voice is panicked. “I’ll press charges against the owners of the ranch since I was shot.”
“You will do no such thing,” Dad bellows. “I called the local police department down there, and it seems you had your hands on my daughter. You will hobble your way out of this house and leave the Wilders alone since it seems the young lady was protecting my only child. Your parents are expecting you, and you can tell them how your inability to keep it in your pants has lost them millions.”
Dad loves me, in his own way.
I hurry away from the door, my heart pounding. As I enter my bedroom, I’m struck by the contrast between the person I was and the person I’ve become. The room feels like a time capsule, filled with reminders of how just a few short weeks ago my biggest concern was what to pack for my honeymoon. Now, I’m a woman torn between duty and love.
I run a bath, the water hot and soothing as I sink into it. The tears come again, and I let them, needing the release. The bathwater turns cool before I finally get out and dry off.
Wrapped in a fluffy robe, I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the phone. I should call the twins, and tell them everything, but the thought of hearing their voices breaks me. I can’t face them.
My mind drifts to the moments we shared, the laughter, the love, the way they made me feel. I think of Weston’s steady strength and Wyatt’s playful charm, and my heart aches with longing. But I know I made the right choice. Sometimes love is letting go and protecting those who mean the most, and that’s what I did. Now I just need to get this divorce over with so that all of this can be in my rear view.
Now let’s hope I can live with the consequences.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Coffees in hand, Wyatt and I head down to our girl's cabin.
Waking up at the crack of dawn and doing chores has been something I’ve done as long as I could remember. It’s just been a part of who I am. I enjoy my life here, I love what we do.
But since Emma has been here, I find myself excited to wake up, knowing I get to see her gorgeous face. Work seems to go by a bit quicker with her at our side. And mostly I just enjoy seeing her do what we do. She doesn’t complain and takes everything in stride.
It’s fucking sexy.
Stepping up to the door, Wyatt knocks. “Wake up, sexy!” he calls out with a chuckle.
Grinning, I shake my head. “Who knew we would resort to being love sick fools.”
“I mean, I don’t hate it.” He grins.
“Neither to I.”
When Emma doesn’t answer, we say fuck it and let ourselves in like we’ve done many times before.
“Hope you're decent!” I call as we walk in. “Or not. I’d rather the not option.”
My brows furrow when we’re met with silence. My gaze meets my brother’s, his face a mirror of mine.
“Emma?” We walk into the cabin.
When we step into the bedroom, my heart sinks.
There’s no response. I head into the bathroom, checking to see if she’s in the shower but nothing.
