mean it this time,” she added as tears gathered in her eyes. “We can’t keep living this way.” Standing from the bed, her head bumped against a pair of Jimmy Choos. “It’s time we let go.”
Her words skillfully carved Matthew’s heart out of his chest. It was probably the millionth time she’d asked for a divorce and probably the first time he knew that she meant it.
And it was the first time he was truly scared.
“We’ll talk about it in the morning,” he said, almost failing to get the words out of his constricting throat.
“I’m not going to change my mind,” she informed him softly. Her eyes swam in a pool of tears. “The only reason we’re still together is because of our careers. How pathetic is that?”
Chanté reached up and began pulling the shoes down from the ceiling. Fat tears rolled like boulders down her face.
“I went too far—”
“We both did,” she said sadly. “I, uh, did promise Edie we would attend some big conference coming up.”
“Yeah. Seth asked me about it today.”
“I think I can manage one last happy face for the public. How about you?”
“Piece of cake.”
She nodded and wiped her face dry. “When we return, I’m seeing my lawyer.”
Matthew clenched his jaw at the sound of the final nail being hammered into their marriage’s coffin and turned to leave before his tears fell.
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