Page 36 of Keeping Skylar
She blocked me. She actually blocked me!
I smash the phone against the side of the dresser, shattering the screen completely.
My hands tug at my hair as I unleash a guttural scream loud enough for all my neighbours in the street to hear.
In the next moment, adrenaline kicks in, and I start punching holes in the wall, tearing apart furniture, and throwing everything within reach across the room.
I suddenly find myself staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror, the image of the man before me in disarray. I drive my fist straight through the glass, causing it to crack upon impact and splitting the skin on my knuckles open.
When there’s nothing left to destroy, I collapse onto the floor, my back pressed against the side of the bed. I stare at the destruction around me as blood drips from my hand onto the carpet; I’ll likely need stitches. The cuts look nasty, but I can’t feel the sting. I’m completely numb inside.
My gaze moves to the piece of paper lying near my foot. I lean forward, my hand shaking as I swipe it off the floor. It’s a screenshot of the text I sent to Lucia about that night at the bar—when Jason ran into Sky and Kirstin in the parking lot. Sky knew everything. She knew about us and kept it hidden so well, played both of us so convincingly. How could I have missed the signs? How could I have been so blind?
Bile rises in my throat at the thought of my wife knowing every sordid detail of my affair with her best friend. I can’t even begin to fathom what that must’ve done to her—how it shattered her, tore apart her trust, and crushed her heart.God, I’m going to be sick again!
Looking back over the past couple of weeks, I realise now—the signs were always there. Subtle, yes, but unmistakably clear.
Sky had grown more distant, her affection fading. She began avoiding intimacy, and the words ‘I love you’ became increasingly rare from her lips. When I touched her, she recoiled as if my skin repelled her.
Every word, every action was calculated, carefully orchestrated until the day she finally left. I’ve been naively blindsided by it all.
I push myself off the floor and begin pacing aimlessly around the room, trying to steady my breath and calm my racing heart. I stop cold when a gold envelope poking out from underneath the bed catches my eye—my name scrawled across the front in Sky’s elegant handwriting. It must’ve slipped from the folder.
Crouching down, I pick up the envelope and lower myself onto the edge of the bed. With shaky, unsteady hands, I quickly tear it open and pull out the folded piece of paper.
God, no!My stomach drops as my gaze lands on the A4-sized image of Lucia and me, tangled together, naked, on my study desk last night. Skylar was there. She had been watching us. This must’ve been the final straw for her.
What have we done!
I flip the sheet of paper over, and my breath catches when I see writing on the back. She wrote me a damn letter. I clutch it tightly in my hands, and with a sinking heart, I begin to read.
Dear Kaden,
If you’re reading this, it means I’m already gone, far awayin a place beyond your reach. By now, I’m sure you’ve seen the mountain of evidence I’ve left behind, and probably wondering what the hell is going on?
Well, let me let you in on a secret. I’ve known about your affair with Lucia for weeks, all while continuing to act as your loyal, unsuspecting wife. I watched on the sidelines each day, as you lied and deceived your way through the final weeks of our marriage.
You see, Kaden, while you and Lucia continued your little tryst behind my back, I was plotting my exit, waiting for the right time to leave you, and our worthless marriage that you so effortlessly decimated. Your infidelity has given me the strength to walk away for good and start over. But don’t worry about me—I’ll be fine without you, that much is certain.
From this day forward, I’m severing all ties with you and Lucia. You’ll never have my trust again, nor will you ever earn my forgiveness. Save your lies and excuses because I’m done. It’s over. We’re finished. You’re free to do whatever you want.
I wish you both the best, but do not try to contact me, and do not attempt to find me. You’ll only be wasting your time.
Sincerely,
Your soon-to-be ex-wife.
P.S. My lawyer will be in touch regarding the divorce.
PART 2
Melbourne, Australia
CHAPTER 15
Skylar
Three months later.
