“She left, but Graysen is following her. He tried to talk her out of hopping into the cab, but she was persistent.” Of course, she was. Jules is a fighter, after all. She didn’t have an easy life growing up. Everything she has she fought for, and I know I’m about to be in for the battle of my life. “She looks to be heading back home.”
“Tell Justin I’m leaving.” I head toward the exit.
“Already done, sir. He’s waiting in the front.”
“Thanks.” I give her a nod. When she smiles at my approval, I notice how young she actually is, but I trust Graysen knows what he’s doing if he hired her.
I have no clue what I might be walking in to when I make it back to our building. I thought I was on edge before, but with each second that passes, it only grows. The ride up the elevator takes forever. When the doors swing open, I find Graysen standing in front of the door.
“Be honest” is all he says as he passes by me to grab the elevator before the doors close. “It’s easier. I promise.” From the look in his eyes, I know he’s speaking from experience. I give him a nod as I begin to yank the bow tie and slide my tux jacket off.
When I step into our home, what I find isn’t what I expected. I was sure I would see Jules packing and trying to get the hell out of here. Instead, I find her sitting in one of the entryway chairs. Her head is down, and she is staring at her phone. She’s still in her dress.
“Jules.” I softly say her name. She lifts her head, tear streaks staining her cheeks. The need to comfort her rides me hard, but the look on her face keeps me in my place. Before I can speak again, she says the one thing that takes me to my knees in front of her.
“I want a divorce.”