by K. C. Lynn
Not only that, but I’d been on more than my fair share of domestic calls, and I’d heard that line before.
Anger swelled in my veins.
“So, who’s the lucky guy?” I asked, nodding to her wedding ring.
The damn thing kept taunting me. It was big, gaudy. Unlike anything my MaryAnn would wear.
She’s not yours anymore, asshole.
“Ticket 183!”
“Well, that’s me. I have to go. Good to see you again, Ryker. Please tell Reese I said hello,” she said before rushing off, as if she couldn’t get away fast enough.
Every bone in my body screamed to chase after her, but my legs wouldn’t move. My mouth wouldn’t work. A war raged inside of me. So, I stood there, and watched helplessly as she walked out the goddamn door. And out of my life.
Again.