Final Play: A Sports Novella (Players Book 3) by Stella Marie Alden

Author:Stella Marie Alden [Alden, Stella Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-07-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Mel

I’m woken by a sliver of morning sun reflecting tiny waves onto the yellow walls of my bedroom. It’s hard to stay depressed when the ocean sounds right outside your window and the curtains flutter in a tropical breeze.

Even though it’s early, I’m wide awake so might as well get up. It was really nice of Kit to let me stay at his beach home so I try not to wake him as I pad bare feet down the hall into the kitchen.

Normally, I wouldn’t consider staying with a man in his home but he promised no funny business. And what of it? I’m about to be divorced. Besides, Kit is probably my best friend. A hockey player, he gets beat up too often and has spent a lot of time with me in rehab. Because of that, we’ve grown close over the past few months.

When he called for more physical therapy, I broke down and told him my whole sad story. Then he insisted I come here with him for a few days. He swore on a stack of bibles he wouldn’t hit on me, so I said yes.

Eventually, I’m going to have to learn to be more independent and not rely on men to bail me out. I’ve already started by filling my Kindle full of self-help books.

My body seems to agree with my new outlook on life because I don’t feel so much like puking when I stick some bread in the toaster. I’ve officially weaned off caffeine and I actually enjoy mornings… almost.

My heart? Well it’s beating. That’s about all I can say. I’ll never get over CJ or his betrayal but today, there’s a healthy bit of hate. How could he screw around on me? We’re still married and that should mean something.

Before I left New York, I called a lawyer who insisted on a retainer before looking at my situation. Most of my money is tied up in investments handled by CJ’s brother, so I didn’t pursue it, not yet. I don’t want to talk to Andy either.

It dawns on me that I’ve been so wrapped up in my career and CJ that I haven’t had much time to make friends. And family? God knows that’s all kinds of screwed up. I have to fix my personal life if I’m going to be a good Mom. I’m going to need a support system.

Maybe not being able to tell CJ about the baby was God’s way of showing me that I need to learn how to stand on my own two feet, to be stronger. Yesterday, I researched online and signed up for a couple of single Mom groups in Manhattan. I’m sure I’ll meet some women like me. I also found a church that I might join in Brooklyn. I’m not a holy roller but a baby’s got to be baptized, right?

As I walk out onto Kit’s private beach, I stretch and stare into the vastness of the ocean. It’s amazing how the waves can calm me.

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