Page 34 of The Rancher’s Ecstasy

“There is no us. There hasn’t been an us since you had another affair and walked out.”

“I know I made mistakes in our marri—”

Emily snorted.

Winston frowned. “Marriage, but I’m willing to work things out.”

A laugh burst from her throat. “You’re kidding me, right?” She had a hard time holding in her hysteria when he shook his head.

“Why in the hell do you think I’d ever consider that?”

Winston straightened, and his shoulders went back. “Because I know how hard the divorce was on you, and I’m willing to let you come back.”

Emily narrowed her eyes. “Let’s cut the crap, Winston. Why are you really here?”

Winston moved around the room before facing her again. “Okay. I need you back.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have anyone to take care of me, and you enjoyed it so much.”

“Where’s Monica?”

“I already told you, she’s at home.”

Emily walked back and forth a few times before turning to him again, disbelief at this man’s arrogance tearing up her insides.

“So, let me be clear on all of this. You’re still with Monica, but you want me back to take care of you?”

Relief crossed his face. “Yes. All she wants to do is shop and go to functions. She has no idea how to cook or clean.”

Emily froze as a streak of fury raced through her. “So, you want me to come to take care of you, and you’ll still be in a relationship with her?”

Winston frowned at the tone of her voice. “Yes.”

Emily crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m curious. What do I get out of this?”

Winston spread his arms out. “Me, of course. I know you took my leaving badly. Just think, you get to do the things you enjoy, but you don’t have to have sex or go places with me. You know you always hated that.”

“I hated sex because you sucked at it, and I didn’t like the way you put me down when we went out. It was bad enough at home, but when you did it in front of people, it was humiliating.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. But look at you, you’ve lost so much weight, and you’ve grown your hair out. You look more like the woman I married than the one I divorced.”

“Winston, I’m only going to say this once to you, so you better listen carefully. There is no way in hell I would ever get back with you. You’re a total prick, and I know I can do a thousand times better than you. I have a new life and a career I love.”

“Are you talking about those little stories you’ve always written?”

Emily nodded. “Yes, the ones I’ve made close to a quarter of a million dollars from in the last six months. The stories my agent and editor keep begging me for because they sell so quickly. Yes, those stories.”

Winston looked dumbfounded. “You’re actually making money off of them?”

“Yes. I’ll be a millionaire by the time I’m fifty.”

“Well, I never imagined they would actually sell.”

“Did you ever read one of the manuscripts I gave you?”

“No. I didn’t have time for that. I was supporting our family.”