Till Death Us Do Part by Zane Michaelson

Author:Zane Michaelson [Michaelson, Zane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Junction Publishing
Published: 2018-02-14T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Although I hadn’t felt hungry, I finished the food Chad had prepared for me.

Drumming my fingers on the sofa, Chad shot me a glance.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m shitting myself,” I replied.

“She deserves the truth, Zane.”

“I know she does, you don’t have to keep reminding me of that fact, but how would you feel having to do this?”

“My marriage is already over in case you forgot.”

I felt ashamed. Part of my problem was how selfish my thoughts had become. This was about five people, not just me.

“Sorry, I haven’t even asked.”

“Don’t worry about it, but we do need to talk about us sooner or later, you know that?”

“Yes, and we will, but I need to speak to Jenna and get this out of the way. After tonight, my marriage is definitely over, but as much as I miss Jen, I miss my kids more.”

I looked at Chad. It hurt him to hear me say it, but it was the truth, and I wasn’t going to apologise for it.

He stood up, walked toward the window and turned to look at me. “Jenna’s here. I’ll let her in and go upstairs.”

I was terrified of how she’d react.

I heard Chad open the door, and their muffled voices in greeting.

Footsteps approached the sitting room door and suddenly there she was. She’d been crying, I could tell.

“Hi, Jen,” was all I could think of to say.

She glanced me up and down, her eyes settling on the bruise on my face. “Did I do that?” she asked, referring to where she’d whacked me.

“I think so, yes—although I don’t remember much about it.”

“I never should have hit you. It’s unforgivable.” She sat opposite me and simply stared.

“I deserved it, and more.”

“What am I doing here, Zane?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“And what are you doing here, of all places? Rubbing my face in it.”

“No, Jen,” I said, getting up, momentarily forgetting my broken ribs. “Aargh,” I cried, flopping back down, hugging my side gently.

She was alarmed, I could tell. “What’s wrong?” She was on her feet and around the coffee table in a flash. “Zane.”

“I had a bit of an accident. A few broken ribs and a bruised leg.”

She gave me her ‘I don’t believe you’ look. “How?”

“Jen, please sit down, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Zane, I’m scared.”

“Don’t be, but I need to tell you the truth.”

“What truth?”

I decided to just say it as it was. There was no pussy-footing about this time.

“I arranged to meet up with a guy for sex and he attacked me.”

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