Page 4 of Sins or Secrets
“Right, well, I guess that’s all then.Theend.”
My lips part, but no words come.
The seconds that pass feel like sands of time dropping one grain at a time into a giant sizedhourglass.
It’s him who moves first. He takes one step backward then closes thedoor.
As I watch that door swing shut it feels like a metaphor for what I justdid.
I closed the door on ourfuture.
It just faded away and doesn’t existanymore.
He’ll never know the truth. My secret and my sin will be that lie, and he’ll never know why I did what I had to do, or what Isacrificed.
And neither will hischild.
Quinn
L.A Present day…
“So, you’re really going through with this?” Riley sneers.His large brown eyes bore into me, blazing with fire of raw fury and pure rage.
Rage from a person who no longer has power over me.
“Sign the divorce papers, Riley,” I retort, standing my ground.
People have all these sayings like don’t poke the bear and don’t play with fire.
Sometimes, you have to do both to save yourself and pray that when the fire burns and the bear strikes back, you have the strength to counter the burn and the blow.
I steel my spine and push my shoulders back, keeping my gaze trained on the evil bastard I’ve been married to for the last five years.
"This is ridiculous, Quinn. You and I just need to talk.”
I laugh without humor. The whole span of our marriage was hell.Day in, day out, nothing but misery.Nothing but distress, nothing but the reminder that my life didn’t belong to me.The last thing I want to do is talk.There is nothing more to say.
“Looks like the worry of losing that job of yours has taken its toll on you.I guess though, I would be very worried if I were you,” I throw back.
“If you could stop being such a bitch, maybe you’d be able to think about what you are doing.”
I hate when he calls me that.
Bitch.
I’m not, but I’ll be a bitch if it gets me what I want.
“You bastard, can’t you see I just want to get away from you?”
“What will you do? We signed a prenup.Divorce me and you get nothing.Your father left you with nothing and fuck knows where your mother went to.You have no money and nowhere to go.Why don’t you just stay and we’ll work this out.”
I won’t lie and pretend having nothing doesn’t scare the shit out of me.It does. Right now, I have two thousand dollars to my name.One grand came from the remnants of my last pay from the dance school before they told me to resign.The other thousand was all the lawyers could salvage from what was taken towards the money Dad stole.
It’s laughable that I of all people have nothing.I'm broke.
Me, the girl people called the pampered princess because I was the daughter of the esteemed Peter Cambray, the former governor of California.Always and ever the darling. The girl who moved from one palace to another when she married the prince.
I wonder if people would be more shocked to find out the facade my life was over the scandal dad dropped on the nation a little over four months ago.What he did was so bad it's still making the news, and almost every week there's a new discovery of one more of his many sins or secrets.
