The Wolf and His Wife

by Penelope Sky

  I’d been with two women before. It was always a good time.

  But I hadn’t enjoyed myself.

  I kept thinking about my wife.

  She told the whole world she loved me and assumed I felt the same way. She humiliated me in front of a crowd of my peers and expected me to be touched by it. Our relationship suddenly shifted and became something else—something I wasn’t ready for.

  I never said I loved her.

  If I felt that way, I would tell her.

  My entire body shut down, and my walls shot up to the sky.

  I didn’t want what she wanted—and I made that abundantly clear.

  But now I sat alone at the table, my coffee cold and my breakfast untouched.

  The girls came down moments later and helped themselves to the food I would never eat. One was blond and one was brunette. Without trying to be polite, they grabbed whatever they wanted off the table and made a mess. They used the same knife in the butter as the jam, and they had no manners, so they were just obnoxious.

  “So, what do you do?” the brunette asked before she bit into her toast and got crumbs all over the table. “Born rich?”

  I stared at her and didn’t bother responding. I just wanted the two girls out of my house. They wouldn’t get another invitation to bed. Sleeping alone seemed preferable in hindsight.

  Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Boots echoed against the wood, and the sound became louder as she drew near. Her pace was full of attitude, announcing her anger without the need for words.

  I looked up and saw Arwen, a woman more beautiful than the two ordinary girls I’d slept with. She stared at me like I was nothing, a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe. There was so much malice in her stare, like she hated me more than she’d ever hated Kamikaze. A stack of papers was in her hand, fresh white paper with a clip at the top. She pretended the girls didn’t exist as she tossed the packet at me.

  It landed in front of me and almost spilled my coffee.

  I didn’t look down to see what it was. I kept my eyes on her, noting the pain that existed underneath the rage. She shed her tears for me when she thought I might die, but they weren’t forthcoming from this. She was too strong for that, way too damn stubborn.

  With one hand propped on her hip, she stood in black jeans with a white top and leather jacket. She was dressed like she was ready to leave the house. Those blue eyes weren’t so pretty anymore. They were cold as steel and malicious as blades. “I want a divorce.” She let the words sink in for a moment before she turned around and walked off, her boots sounding against the hardwood floor once more. Her ass shook left to right as she stormed to the stairs and excused herself from the dining room.

  I looked down at the papers she’d tossed at me. Her signature was at the bottom, and all she needed was for me to fill in the blanks. It looked legitimate. She must have called in a favor to someone to get this processed so quickly.

  When I turned to the page that detailed her settlement in the divorce, I was surprised by what I saw.

  She didn’t want anything from me.

  Not even a euro.

  Also by Penelope Sky

  My gravest mistake was falling in love with my husband.

  It crept up on me so slowly that I didn't even notice it was happening until it arrived. I assumed he felt the same way every time he kissed me...every time he touched me.

  Until he proved me wrong.

  Kamikaze is dead, so I don't need him for protection anymore. Divorce is all I want now. I'll find a man that will love me the way I deserve, that won't bring home two strange women just to hurt me.

  I don't need him.

  Now it's time to start over.

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