Chapter 3

I laughed, a cold, bitter sound. "Ended things? Does 'ending things' mean rekindling an old flame and sleeping together?"

Her face froze. She finally seemed to realize my attitude was different tonight.

Usually, all it took was a little pout, a soft apology, and I’d fold like an idiot, doing whatever she wanted.

"How can you say something like that just because you're jealous?"

"There's nothing going on between me and Mason, but here you are, accusing me, humiliating me!"

"Humiliating you?"

I stepped closer, backing her up against the wall. "Aren't you the one who humiliated me first?"

"You went to a hotel with your old boyfriend and paid for it with my fucking credit card!"

"Zoe, look me in the eye and tell me, in these five years, have you ever once thought of me as your husband?"

The rage I’d been suppressing finally broke free. Zoe stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear.

She fumbled for her phone, frantically checking something.

She realized that in her haste, she had actually used my card.

"I got that for my staff," she stammered. "They were drunk."

"Your staff? In a couples' themed suite? Wow, Zoe. You're a 'great' boss."

Her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "Don't be ridiculous! I didn't cheat!"

"I'm home now, aren't I? What more do you want?!"

"A divorce." I said the words without emotion, but it felt like they took every last bit of strength I had.

Zoe stared at me, stunned. She never thought I would say that.

"Hayden, you want to divorce me over this? Are you serious?"

"Deadly serious."

Zoe wanted to argue, but I had already turned my back on her. I wasn't going to waste another breath.

That night, I lay in the cold guest room, and I didn't sleep at all.