Chapter 53: Hendrix

Hendrix

Jax left after a while, but his words still haunted me.

She chose…

And as much as it pained me to admit, she had. Her bags had been packed that night after I came home, accusing her of blatantly showing off her lover. Of forcing my hand when it came to our divorce. Ophelia had embarrassed me, and I'd been rightfully angry.

Instead of apologizing, she accused me of using her. Of being neglectful when just a week prior, I'd taken her on vacation to Paris for fashion week. She asked, and I gave in time and time again.

But I was the bad guy?

"Fucking asshole," I hissed out, my head pounding - too much going through my mind and nothing was making sense. One moment I was furious, and the next, full of regret.

Had I let her go instead of asking for time?

Had I not questioned and just listened?

You can't shoulder this blame alone anymore.

Somewhere in the house, a buzz sound came on. It was loud. An alarm.

My eyes shifted toward the windows and realized that dawn had arrived, and I'd