He Called Me His Mother’s Killer And Tried To Transfer Me To His Friend Chapter 03

Tessa suddenly brought me up.

“Mara’s divorcing you just like that. You think she’s got someone on the side?”

Grant let out a smug little laugh.

“No way. I know her. She’s as exciting as a dead fish.”

“Mara? Please. She’s boring as hell. What man would even want her?”

“She’s no fun in bed, either. Being married to her was suffocating. It’s suffocating.”

Then he looked at Tessa in his arms, his face all smiles.

“You’re different. You’re beautiful, and you’ve got that charm. I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.”

I let out a bitter laugh.

The divorce was a done deal. But seeing the man who’d once held me close and promised to stand by me through good times and bad tear me apart in front of his mistress still hurt like hell.

Grant had no idea how many men had pursued the wife he thought was worthless.

If I hadn’t taken my vows seriously and put family first, he’d have been the one getting cheated on long ago.

My phone suddenly buzzed. I looked down at the message.

[I heard you’re getting divorced. Can you finally give me a chance?]

It was Caleb Renner, my neighbor—seven years younger than me.

His family didn’t have much money when he was a kid, and no one was around to pick him up after school.

I usually brought him home on my way. I even attended parent-teacher meetings with him and helped him with his homework.

In high school, his whole family moved to Europe.

He didn’t return until my wedding day.

I still remembered his eyes that day, red-rimmed and full of longing and regret.

He’d stayed single all these years and never once interfered in my marriage.

When one of the boys got sick and Grant couldn’t get time off work, Caleb was usually the one who helped me take the child to the clinic.

I’d urged him to move on and start living his own life.

He’d just give me a faint, sad smile.

And now, after all these years, here we were.

Meanwhile, Grant was still talking to Tessa.

“Don’t worry. No way I’ll ever pine for her.”

“I’ve already handed her over to my single buddy, Deke Marsh.”

I smirked and typed back.

[If you’re serious, meet me at the county clerk’s office once my divorce is final. We can apply for a marriage license.]

The next evening after work, Grant texted me.

[Come home. We need to talk about the boys.]

[I asked Deke to pick you up.]

I ignored him.

The boys were just an excuse. He was trying to set me up with Deke.

Deke had never married, but he’d dated four or five women over the years.

Every one of them got pregnant—some even miscarried. His violent temper kept him from marrying any of them.

Now Grant was handing his own wife over to his buddy just so he could marry his divorced first love.

When he called, I didn’t pick up, either.

But when I left work, Deke was waiting outside in a Mercedes.

He was forty, yet he was still pulling the same try-hard moves young guys use to look cool.

I slipped out through another exit and left him waiting for nothing.

Grant texted me afterward, saying I’d been rude and embarrassed him in front of his friend.

I treated every message he sent like junk mail and ignored it.

Eventually, we were waiting in line at the county clerk’s office to finalize the divorce.

Grant’s phone rang, and he stepped outside to take the call.

When he took too long, I went out to get him. That’s when I overheard Tessa giving him an ultimatum.

“I don’t care. If you don’t have that cash gift today, I’m not showing up to register our marriage with you.”

“And you’re buying me a full set of jewelry! That’s what I got the first time around.”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna shortchange me just because it’s my second marriage!”

Tessa suddenly brought me up.

“Mara’s divorcing you just like that. You think she’s got someone on the side?”

Grant let out a smug little laugh.

“No way. I know her. She’s as exciting as a dead fish.”

“Mara? Please. She’s boring as hell. What man would even want her?”

“She’s no fun in bed, either. Being married to her was suffocating. It’s suffocating.”

Then he looked at Tessa in his arms, his face all smiles.

“You’re different. You’re beautiful, and you’ve got that charm. I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.”

I let out a bitter laugh.

The divorce was a done deal. But seeing the man who’d once held me close and promised to stand by me through good times and bad tear me apart in front of his mistress still hurt like hell.

Grant had no idea how many men had pursued the wife he thought was worthless.

If I hadn’t taken my vows seriously and put family first, he’d have been the one getting cheated on long ago.

My phone suddenly buzzed. I looked down at the message.

[I heard you’re getting divorced. Can you finally give me a chance?]

It was Caleb Renner, my neighbor—seven years younger than me.

His family didn’t have much money when he was a kid, and no one was around to pick him up after school.

I usually brought him home on my way. I even attended parent-teacher meetings with him and helped him with his homework.

In high school, his whole family moved to Europe.

He didn’t return until my wedding day.

I still remembered his eyes that day, red-rimmed and full of longing and regret.

He’d stayed single all these years and never once interfered in my marriage.

When one of the boys got sick and Grant couldn’t get time off work, Caleb was usually the one who helped me take the child to the clinic.

I’d urged him to move on and start living his own life.

He’d just give me a faint, sad smile.

And now, after all these years, here we were.

Meanwhile, Grant was still talking to Tessa.

“Don’t worry. No way I’ll ever pine for her.”

“I’ve already handed her over to my single buddy, Deke Marsh.”

I smirked and typed back.

[If you’re serious, meet me at the county clerk’s office once my divorce is final. We can apply for a marriage license.]

The next evening after work, Grant texted me.

[Come home. We need to talk about the boys.]

[I asked Deke to pick you up.]

I ignored him.

The boys were just an excuse. He was trying to set me up with Deke.

Deke had never married, but he’d dated four or five women over the years.

Every one of them got pregnant—some even miscarried. His violent temper kept him from marrying any of them.

Now Grant was handing his own wife over to his buddy just so he could marry his divorced first love.

When he called, I didn’t pick up, either.

But when I left work, Deke was waiting outside in a Mercedes.

He was forty, yet he was still pulling the same try-hard moves young guys use to look cool.

I slipped out through another exit and left him waiting for nothing.

Grant texted me afterward, saying I’d been rude and embarrassed him in front of his friend.

I treated every message he sent like junk mail and ignored it.

Eventually, we were waiting in line at the county clerk’s office to finalize the divorce.

Grant’s phone rang, and he stepped outside to take the call.

When he took too long, I went out to get him. That’s when I overheard Tessa giving him an ultimatum.

“I don’t care. If you don’t have that cash gift today, I’m not showing up to register our marriage with you.”

“And you’re buying me a full set of jewelry! That’s what I got the first time around.”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna shortchange me just because it’s my second marriage!”