He Cheated For Three Years And Asked Me To Save Her Baby Chapter 07

He Cheated For Three Years And Asked Me To Save Her Baby Chapter 07

It was raining the day we went to court for the final divorce hearing.

Calloway’s car waited downstairs. He stood beside the passenger door, holding a black umbrella.

When I walked out, he froze.

“You wore that dress?”

It was my favorite dress, the one he’d given me for my birthday during our first year of marriage.

I kept my voice even.

“I wanted to say goodbye properly. Don’t read into it.”

“I thought you threw it away.”

I didn’t answer.

He opened the car door for me and placed his hand over the top of the frame.

He used to do that every time.

I got in.

The heater was on.

In the passenger seat sat a cup of chamomile tea and a breakfast sandwich.

“You have a weak stomach,” he said, “You shouldn’t skip breakfast.”

He started the car.

I looked down at the tea.

A sticky note was attached to the cup. A tiny doodle was drawn on it.

He always remembered what I liked.

I set the tea aside and didn’t drink it.

He saw

He said nothing.

The car pulled out of the apartment complex. The windshield wipers swept back and forth through

the rain.

His hand rested on the steering wheel, his knuckles faintly white.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”

“No.”

At a red light, he stopped and turned to look at me.

“The doctor said you iron is low.”

He pulled a small bottle of iron gummies from the center console and placed it on my lap.

“You used to like this brand.”

I looked at it.

It was the same brand.

Years ago, when I was anemic, he drove all over Briarfall trying to find it.

He finally found it in an old pharmacy on the west side of town and came home grinning like a kid.

“Does Blythe like this brand too?” I asked.

His hand paused.

The light turned green. The car behind us honked.

Calloway stepped on the gas.

He didn’t answer.

The car fell quiet for a while.

Then he spoke again.

“I read the divorce papers.”

“I had my lawyer change the property division.”

He reached into the back seat and handed me a document.

“I revised the settlement.”

“You keep the house, the car, and the savings account.’

I looked at the document.

The parts he had changed were circled in red pen, with his signature beside them.

“And this.”

He took an envelope from his pocket.

“My attorney already drafted the transfer paperwork for the investment account.”

I didn’t take it.

He tucked the envelope into my bag.

“You deserve it.”

“After five years with me, this is the least you deserve.”

I turned my face toward the window.

The rain grew heavier. People hurried down the street under umbrellas.

A girl ran too fast, and the wind flipped her umbrella inside out.

The boy beside her immediately took off his jacket and held it over her head.

They laughed as they ran away.

“I remember,” I said.

“Do you remember our first rainy season after we got married?”

“You used your suit jacket as an umbrella and ran me home from work.

“We were both soaked.”

“We were soaked.”

His hands trembled slightly on the wheel.

“You said you’d pick me up every rainy day after that.”

“You did.”

I looked at him.

“Every rainy day, you came.

He bit down on his lip.

“Maren.”

“What about Blythe?”

I cut him off.

“Did you pick her up too?”