Hope Blooms by Jamie Pope

Author:Jamie Pope [Pope, Jamie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-01-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

That evening Cassandra stepped into the beautiful room Wylie had made for her. She had cooked dinner for everyone at Mansi’s house. She and Wylie had played cards with Teo afterward, but Cassandra’s mind wasn’t there. The evening passed by in a blur. and when Wylie pulled back into his driveway, she made an excuse to escape him. She told him that she needed to change her slightly damp clothes. In truth, she needed space, time to think away from Wylie. The ring her husband had given her, the ring she never paid attention to anymore, because it had become so a part of her, was burning her hand. It now felt heavy there; and all throughout the evening she kept looking at it, remembering how it felt the day he slipped it on her finger.

It was a symbol of love from a man who was always loyal to her, who loved her tremendously and wasn’t ever afraid to tell her. It was a gift from a man who had been gone for . . . She had to think about it, because sometimes it seemed like just yesterday that they were laughing over one of his corny jokes, and sharing a home and sharing a life.

But it had been a long time now. Over a year, and for the life of her she couldn’t remember how she had spent those months. All she could remember was that the hole inside her was so big, it threatened to swallow her up.

But now she didn’t feel that way, didn’t feel so bad. Because instead of the raw, searing pain she felt when she first thought about him, she just felt a dull ache. Like something was missing.

She touched the ring, twisted it around her finger. Wylie said it felt cold, but it only felt hot to her because she couldn’t forget the hurt look that crossed Wylie’s face when he felt it on his skin.

But why should he be hurt? He walked away from her without looking back. And Terrance was there. Terrance loved her.

And she was kissing Wylie James while she wore Terrance’s ring. She was sharing a bed with him, and thinking about him when he wasn’t there, and happy to see him when he walked into a room.

It wasn’t right to wear Terrance’s ring when she was with Wylie. She twisted her ring again and it slid off her finger. She looked at it, her hands trembling slightly. It had never been off her finger since her wedding day. Her hand looked different without it. But as she looked up into the sea glass–decorated mirror that Wylie hung over her dresser, she realized that she was different. She looked different. She felt different. She wasn’t the same heartbroken twenty-three-year-old girl who married her best friend for all the wrong reasons.

Her cell phone rang, startling her. She reached for it, letting her abandoned ring slip from her and onto the dresser. She welcomed the distraction of a phone call.

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