Inevitable by Chloe Walsh

Author:Chloe Walsh [Walsh, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

HOPE

"Hey, this is Jordan Porter. I can't get to my phone right now. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you when I can…beep."

"Hey, it's me," I whispered into the phone. "I was just wondering what time you were coming home tonight?" Tucking my feet beneath me, I leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes. "We're going to have to talk about this because– beep – I'm lonely," I whispered before ending the call and tossing my phone down beside me.

Two weeks had passed since our fight, and nothing had been resolved.

Jordan was still freezing me out, still keeping me at arm's length, and I still felt like I was slowly dying inside. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

Every day that passed caused the hope inside of my heart that we could somehow persevere and get past this to flicker and fade.

The doorbell sounded then, loud and obnoxious, cutting through my aching thoughts.

I didn’t have to get up to know who was at our door.

Another freaking one of his sober prodigies no doubt.

This house seemed to have a revolving door for broken humans. Jordan was a substance abuse and a victims of sexual abuse counselor, and apparently a pretty damn good one. He healed people. He made them feel better. But he couldn’t heal the rift that was growing in our marriage. He couldn’t heal himself. See, he was good and pure and brilliant. I was a professional liar, paid to invent fiction, while my husband went out in the world and make it a better place. I felt both inferior and insecure around him now. His goodness shone bright and brought to light the ugliness inside of me.

Maybe I had been naïve in thinking Jordan and I were beginning to make progress before, but that naivety was certainly gone now.

The progress we had been making was fading fast, disappearing at a rapid rate every time one of my many calls went unanswered, and every night I went to bed alone.

I was trying to do what Annabelle said, and give him space to work whatever problem he was having out on his own, but it was hard when I felt more and more isolated.

I didn’t belong in this house, I never really had, and now with this ridge between us, I felt even more alien here.

The doorbell rang again and I bit back the urge to scream, "Fuck off" at the top of my lungs. Knowing that whoever was on the other side of the door would know there was someone in here was exactly why my pajama clad ass remained on the couch with my mouth firmly shut.

The ringing doorbell was replaced with window banging and I groaned into my hands.

Jesus…

"You do realize I can see you in there," a familiar voice called out from the nearby window, causing me to balk and my heart to jackknife in my chest.

My gaze went straight to the bay window, and sure enough, there he was, standing in the driveway with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

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