Page 84 of Spiralling Skywards
I didn’t.
They weren’t.
I felt too hot, too panicky. I gulped down my wine and concentrated on breathing in through my nose, out through my mouth.
“What if he divorces her?”
I raised my shoulders. My plan was to step out of the way and let Liam and Olivia try to sort their shit out. He still lied to me. It wouldn’t change anything.
Would it?
“Well, we’ll have to wait and see. At the moment he has a wife, a pregnant wife. If they, or he decides to continue with the divorce despite the pregnancy, then we’ll just have to wait and see.”
“Do you not feel anything for him? Have you really been able to switch it off that easily?”
Tears threatened instantly.
“Of course I haven’t. I’m hurt and I’m angry that he lied, but there’s a child involved, Sash, which means I refuse to be. Yeah, if he were already divorced, if there were no pregnancy, even if we’d just had a bit more time together, he would be exactly the type of person I could see myself falling in love with. That’s not the case, though, so it’s time to get real and move on.”
“So if he gets his divorce and comes back and tells you he still wants you, what then?”
“Seriously? I don’t bloody know, okay? I. Don’t. Know. Now, can we just leave it?”
I felt like I was gonna throw up. I should’ve just come out and told her what a lying, cheating fucker Liam was, but I didn’t know if that information would make its way back to my brother.
“There’s something else you need to know.”
“Do I need more wine for this?” I poured the last few drips from the cab sav into my glass.
“You probably will.”
She reached behind her and pulled a second bottle from our wine rack. I’d drunk more these last few weeks than I’d ever done in my life.
“You probablywill, ha, no pun intended.”
I stared at her blankly.
“You don’t get it do you?”
I shook my head.
“You really have no clue?”
She was beginning to piss me off.
“Sasha, just tell me what you’re talking about, please. My head’s about to explode here.”
She topped up my wine glass before sitting down heavily on the bar stool next to me.
“Sares, when we were all here last night, Will confessed that he has feelings for you too.”
I spat my wine. Correction, I sprayed my wine over Sasha, the breakfast bar, and the laminate flooring. Every-fucking-where.
“What? He said what? To who? Who did he tell?”
“All of us. Me, Luke, and Liam.”
I didn’t even attempt to clear up the wine splatters. I sat with my eyes closed, massaging my temples with my fingertips while Sasha wiped herself and the surrounding area down with a dish cloth and kitchen roll.
