More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“As far as they’re concerned, nothing can change. You’ll be working late on Thursdays, I’ll be working late on Tuesdays. Simple as that.”
“Are you sure we can do this?”
“I don’t think we have any choice.”
Why not
“And you can be—” “Pete Patterson,” he answered quickly. Apparently, he’d already given it some thought.
Hmm
Long ago, sometime between the birth of our first child and the tenth birthday of our third, our marriage fizzled out.
This honestly is a nightmare for me. I would never want this to happen in my future.
We couldn’t subject them to a new stepmother and stepfather and all the confusion that came with that. Peter and I had both grown up that way, and we’d agreed years ago to never let it get that bad. But it had.
And what makes the heart grow fonder quicker than absence? Animal sex with strangers, I had to hope.
No one says this
Most of the men I knew who used dating apps went with the stereotypical photos of them flexing at the gym and soaked in sweat for their profile pictures.
Lame
Still, I had to agree. I had to accept her conditions because I was worried I’d lose her if I didn’t.
What the— The hearts disappeared, revealing a white, nearly blank screen with block lettering in the center. You’ve made a match! Click here to connect.
Bruh not the coworker
I saw the shock in his eyes. The appreciation for the way I looked. He was realizing I still had it, though I wouldn’t have known it myself if not for that moment.
Instead, I returned to our bedroom and crawled into bed. The tears found me there, and I let them fall until I heard her open our bedroom door.
Dang :/
The truth was much less exciting than whatever he’d cooked up in his head.
Weirdo
“Gina, hey,” I said, standing from my desk like the idiot I was. She smiled, but it seemed forced. Stiff. “Hey, Peter… Sorry, I was wondering if you’d finalized your portion of the report for the Gregory project yet.
She prob thinks ur cheating on ur wife
My phone buzzed, and I looked down at it. Unknown caller.
Hmm...
The home had the overwhelming scent of tacos and animal urine—not the most romantic combination.
Ew
A laptop sat open, screen black, on the floor.
This is scaring me
I felt the shame. Like always.
Huh
But the truth was, weeks went by and she never found out what I’d done. I’d gotten away with it.
W O W maybe she knows and that's why she mentioned the hook ups
Maybe therapy would have fixed the one mistake. Instead, I got away with it and, when presented with another opportunity, I took it without a second thought.
I was disgusted with who I was becoming.
I’d get away with it a second time. I thought she’d surely find out about it this time.
Wtf
Not the second time or the third. Not the fifth or the eighth or the tenth.
WHAT
Eventually, I lost count as I made my way through the cycle.
Now, even with permission, I’d fallen into the same set of steps I’d followed so many times before.
What if he has another kid
But tonight would be hard, full of panic and worry—everything from STDs to pregnancy, but this time was different because I had one less thing to worry about. I didn’t have to fret about Ainsley finding out. She already knew.
I wanted her like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life. Maybe her plan had worked after all.
I’m guessing I did something wrong—sorry about that. I told you I was rusty at this dating thing. Anyway, I wanted to apologize for whatever it is.
Awe dang
I reread the message. It wasn’t possible. No. No. No. There it was. Why hadn’t I caught it the first time? Have a great weekend, Ainsley.
What?
Why had he used my real name?
Bruh I knew he'd be weird
I have to work late tonight. Can we reschedule family night?
Wow
I felt disgusting. Why had I let him do it to me again?
Oop does she know?
Ainsley. What on earth could she want? We were only fifteen minutes into dinner.
Asshole
Something was wrong, I could feel it in my gut, the worry burrowing itself in my bones.
I swallowed, trying to fight down the guilt I felt.
Shut up bitch ur not guilty u cheated on her like 15 times
“Is this guy a cop, Ainsley?” I pointed, but she’d seen what I had.
Omg
There was a time when I was sure my secret about the other women would destroy me, but this was so much worse.
She was lying there, awake, eyes open and staring straight at me. She had a determined look in her eyes I knew well.
Call me crazy but I think Ainsley set something up with the Stefan guy
“It’s both of our faults. I should’ve never suggested we see other people. This whole thing was my idea. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me.”
I don't believe this... I feel like she knows Peter did something and is trying to get payback
But I was vowing then and there to become better. I’d put the night behind me and make myself the man my wife deserved. If only it were that easy.
“Thanks, love…” She was quiet. I knew there was something else she wanted to say.
Hmm
“All right, well, I’m almost at work, so I guess I’ll talk to you later.” “Yep, later, love.” She ended the call before I’d had time to say goodbye. How strange.
Hmm
"Got your favorite," she called. "Thanks. Ainsley isn't here,"
“Have you told her?” I groaned, locking my jaw as I looked back out into the yard. “I can’t yet.” “You don’t have a choice, Peter.” “I do. We do. We don’t have to hurt her like this.”
They're cheating with each other wow
I met his eyes, my gaze stern. “And wipe that petrified look off your face.”
Lol
There was something eerie about her level of calm. It didn't sit right with me.
"Glennon was testing you… She wanted to prove I was lying."
De Luca's wife, Illiana De Luca, was on a business trip in Oakland, California, at the time that her husband disappeared, but she is home now and asking for the public's help to locate her missing husband.
So she's not dead wow
How did you find me?” “My husband was a cop, Mrs. Greenburg. Do you think we didn’t look into the women he was seeing? Made sure they seemed normal? Sane?” She studied my expression. “I know all about you.”
chest. I hurried over to the door, watching her climb into a red Hyundai Santa Fe and realized it matched the description of the car my employees had seen outside the branch Saturday morning.
