Page 30 of Score Her Heart

“Okay,” I said in a small voice. His tone was so irritated that I was sure he was still mad at me. Especially since he hung up without saying goodbye.

I got a bad feeling in my gut. He said he wanted to prove to me that this could work, that he could make me happy, but I wasn’t exactly happy with him right now. Maybe I should have pushed for the divorce.

I slid my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and walked into Katie’s kitchen, where she was scrolling on her phone and pretending she hadn’t been eavesdropping.

“I need to go get some things at my apartment,” I told her.

Her brown eyes lit up. “Are you going to go to your husband’s?”

I gritted my teeth. “Yes, even though he’s irritated with me right now.”

She smirked. “I’m sure you can make it up to him.”

“Don’t start.”

“With your mouth!” she teased.

I laughed into my hands. “Katie, shut up.”

She laughed and grabbed her keys. “Come on, girl, let’s go.”

We went back down to her car and headed to Fishtown, where Eric and I used to live together. I don’t know how my life took this weird turn, but somehow it did. My ex was still living in the apartment I shared with him, but I was married to someone else. Katie dropped me off and asked me three times if I was okay, but I waved her off each time. Thankfully, Eric was out, which I was kind of surprised by since it was a Sunday. I didn’t care, as long as he wasn’t here.

I walked into the apartment and didn’t notice a change in it at all. It was as if nothing had happened this past weekend, like Eric and I were still living here happily like we had been for the past couple of years. I bit my lip. Now I was starting to wonder if maybe I should move out and let Eric have the apartment.

I was still scared about what the future held and if this marriage with Riley could really last. Katie’s words were haunting me. Could we be happy together? Is that what Riley really wanted? Or would he stick it out with me because he was loyal to a fault? He was my best and oldest friend, and I wanted him to be happy, even if that meant this marriage was a failure. I never wanted to be the cause of his unhappiness. I cared about him too much for that.

I carried my suitcase into the bedroom and opened it up. I dumped all my dirty clothes in the hamper in the closet. Except for the white wedding gown that was still in the garment bag. I smiled, thinking about how gentle Riley had been with it even though we had both been hammered out of our minds. He had taken the care to help me out of it and not damage it, even if he wanted to rip me out of it. I wondered if Eric would have done the same. I could kick myself for comparing the two men yet again.

I opened my closet and assessed what clothes I had hanging up there. I threw a couple dresses and blouses into my suitcase before packing up some of my casual jeans and t-shirts from the dresser across the room. I packed enough to have clothes at Riley’s place for a few weeks since I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

I glanced around the room at the rumpled bedclothes on the bed. I vaguely remembered making the bed before we left for Vegas, which meant Eric was still sleeping here. I spied something black underneath the bed and got even more annoyed because he couldn’t bother to pick up his dirty clothes off the floor. I bent down and felt myself throw up in my mouth a little bit. It was a black lacy thong. I did not wear black lacy thongs, so it definitely was not mine.

Unbelievable.

We were broken up now, so I couldn’t be angry at him for sleeping with someone else, but to do it in my bed when I told him to get out of my apartment made my skin crawl.

I snapped a picture of it and sent it to Katie.

ME: OMG! These aren’t mine!

KATIE: Ewwwww!!! My eyes!

ME: KATIE!!! I don’t think your brother has any intention of letting me keep this apartment!

KATIE: Girl, get out and move in with your hot husband!

I sighed and glanced around the room; there were no boxes anywhere or even the appearance of Eric trying to move his stuff out. I sunk down to the floor because the bed now skeeved me out. I would never be able to sleep there again, knowing he had fucked some other woman in it. This was so totally fucked.

I felt my phone buzz again next to me on the carpet.

“Hey,” I said into the phone when I saw it was Riley.

“Sorry, I’m just getting back to my place now. One of my teammates drove me to practice, but I know you’re not far,” he apologized.

I honestly didn’t even notice he was late because I was still reeling from the fact that Eric had completely violated my personal space. I felt like he did it on purpose, and I wondered if those underwear were left there on purpose. A part of me also wondered how long they had been there. Was it just in the last couple days? Maybe Eric didn’t notice we hadn’t had sex in months because he was going to someone else for it. I felt sick to my stomach.

“Fi?” I heard Riley call, and he had definitely called my name more than once.