Book 2: Chapter 23

Vanessa heaved a sigh and nodded. “I expected that, after all, the two months we agreed on is over.”

Sasha nodded. “I would have reconsidered if I had seen him only once or if he had called me, but”—she shook her head—“he did none, which is a silent way of telling me that he doesn’t care. I can’t keep waiting on him. He doesn’t want me, he doesn’t care whether I leave or stay.” Tears formed in her eyes, and she blinked to clear her vision. “I just don’t know—does our marriage mean nothing to him? Doesn’t he want to make it work? I must admit, when I left, I wanted him to come for me, to find me, but…” She blinked again and again to clear the tears from her eyes. “Two months—two whole months without a single call from him.”

Vanessa grabbed her hands again and squeezed. “There, there.”

“What am I to him? A piece of trash he can pick whenever he wants and throw away whenever he wants? Doesn’t he forget, I was on my own and