All Chapters of Divorce? Never Letting Go!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Killian.I try to focus, to listen as my secretary reads out my schedule on her tablet.I can hardly hear her.My mind's elsewhere.Tamara.Her words had crawled it's way into my head, echoing, louder than it should.She said it meant nothing, that last night was a mistake.I tried to wave it off, to put it down to— she's angry, embarrassed but no, she meant it, her tone is firm, firmer than it has ever been.It stabs right into my chest.My chest tightens, stirring something familiar in me. Something tight and uncomfortable that nestles just beneath my ribs.Hurt.Yes, I'm hurt, terribly hurt.She terms it a mistake, like it meant nothing, but I don't see it that way. I can't even move past last night, it keeps replaying in my head, every moan, every scream, the way her body reacts to my touch, her nails down my back, my hands in her soft hair.I– I memorized every aspect of last night. But somehow I knew she'd crash out, and that's all the more reason why I left before she wakes up.

Tamara.I don't even have the mental bandwidth to process that fully.Alex and I — we've been friends for like, five years? Maybe more.I met him once, and again at an interview in his company.He offered me this fancy– ass job, said it surprises him that I was still job hunting with my perfect degree.We started off there, he made me laugh a lot, he— he was always there, through my loud time, my quiet time.And that day at a meeting, when he stood up for me against a board member, who said I'm unfit for my promotion because I'm a woman and can't handle certain tasks.Alex shut him down without blinking an eyelid.That very moment— I knew I had found a brother, one nature didn't give me.I— I never knew he liked me more than a friend until now.It starts to make sense, the times he'd fight and break up with Delilah over little things. The day he casually asked what I wanted in a man and I told him.He dressed up like one the next day, I teased him about it, laughed it off. I never rea

Killian.Tamara has been doing a clean job avoiding me, her timing is the most perfect I'd ever witnessed, she's always out or in her room whenever I'm around.It's almost like she's invincible, except that most times I hear her converse with people on the phone, and her screeching tires whenever she's driving out.I so much want to put an end to this no talking–spree but I can't.It's hard but I have to live off it.Seb says to give her time.Damon thinks she's shielding herself. But from what exactly?I don't even bite.But my friends clearly thinks otherwise.When I told them what went down, they just went dead still.“Well, aren't you both going to say something?” I had asked, my eyes scanning them.Damon sets his glass down. “What do you expect us to say, Killian?” He mused. “It was bound to happen, you live in a house with a beautiful woman who you're very much into, all that argument will be settled on a bed,”“Fuck you, Damon,”Sebastian laughs, the kind that has no filter. “G

Killian.I hear Tamara's footsteps hit the stairs fast but then it slows.Even I paused for a second.The silence that follows is heavy. I can feel the tension buzzing in the walls, crawling across the back of my neck.I tilt my head, peeking at Tamara. Her hand is perched against the banister, stopping mid-step.But then I move. Trying to smoothen things before Chloe says more.I inch closer to her. “Chloe, can we at least talk first?” I say, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible. “Please?”Those words are barely out when I hear shuffling in the stairs and then footsteps fades.She's gone.I look to be sure. She truly is.I turned to face Chloe again, my features more relaxed.Another step closer. “You told my mom I called this off?” I ask, eyes on her.But Chloe shifts on her feet, clutching her handbag tighter under her arm. Her chin lifts off the stairs, just enough to meet my eyes.For a second— just a second— I think she might just laugh this off. Maybe tell me she was j

Tamara.“What kept you so long?” Hazel groans as she opens the door but then she stops, taking me in. “You look…,” she trails off, as if struggling to find the right words. “So unlike you, what's going on?”I walk past her, and she shuts the door, trailing behind me.I set my bag down on the couch and sink into the seat.Hazel steps in front of me, arms crossed, eyes on me, waiting.I don't respond immediately.She shifts on her feet. “Tamara?” I lift my gaze.“You don't have to go full detective on me. I'm okay— I've just been feeling a bit weird lately, that's all.”Her eyes doesn't leave me. “You sure?”I wave my hand up and about. “I'm sure, now where's the pizza?”I push to my feet, and head straight to the kitchen. “I'm starving,” I say over my shoulder.Hazel doesn't buy it yet. She rounded the counter, pulls the pizza box out and put it in my hands asking. “How have you been feeling?”We settle around the dining table, and I peeked up at her. “You just won't let this go, woul