Taming Irish by C.M. Seabrook

Author:C.M. Seabrook
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Seabrook Books
Published: 2018-01-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Makena

After a long, hot shower and a nap, I do the one thing Quinn told me not to – I go online.

At the Shamrock, I’d only had the chance to read a few lines of the article. I probably should have left it alone. There’s nothing I can do about what people say about me. Or the fact that Hollywood’s new Golden Boy just happens to be my sociopathic ex-husband, who for some reason, wants to ruin my life.

“Tell your story,” Quinn had begged. “Let the world know what an asshole he really is.”

“Then I’d be no better than him,” I’d said, knowing I could never hurt someone the way he’d hurt me. “And I don’t want the world knowing my secrets. Knowing I couldn’t…I can’t…” I’d swallowed hard on the confession that had broken me more than finding out Chad had been unfaithful.

But reading through the article now, seeing the way my bitter truth had been twisted into an altered reality fueled a rage inside of me that had my entire body shaking. The majority of the article was about his recent shotgun wedding. But what was written about me was cruel and untrue.

It was Chad’s quote, “I just hope she’s finally getting the help she needs,” that made me nearly toss my laptop across the room.

I had suffered from depression.

After three years of trying to have a baby, and two false positives, I’d received the devastating news that I’d probably never have a child of my own. I’d taken it hard. Growing up as an only child to a single mom, and watching my cousins in their big, dysfunctional - but loving - family, being a mom had always been something I’d dreamed about.

And when that dream was taken from me, I felt like I’d lost a part of myself. It was Quinn who helped me through the depression. She’d pushed me to start designing, to create something. My shop, and the outfits I poured my heart and soul into, became my baby.

Chad had fought me on it. Called it a reckless pursuit. Until it started making money. Then, he’d pushed me to work harder.

And I had. Until I’d nearly burned out, and I was too tired to see that my husband had lost interest in me.

With a sigh, I start to shut my laptop, then stop, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, ready to type Shane Hayes into the Google search bar.

Don’t do it, my brain warns. But why not? I’m sure he went home and did a search on me. Or worse, read the most recent article in Starz.

I type out, then delete, his name twice, before finally pressing Enter.

A groan bubbles in my throat when the first thing that pops up is his Wikipedia page. Of course the man has his own page. He’s famous.

Most of the posts are about the band. A few fan-girl pages pop up. Clicking on images, I sigh when a pair of sage eyes sparkle with mischief at me from my laptop.

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