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In the following days, Gavin visited me daily, waiting silently for me to acknowledge him.
But I never did.
Instead, I handed him a finalized divorce agreement.
“Aria, no,” he said, his frustration spilling into anger. “I won’t sign it.”
Raising my hospital bed, I looked him directly in the eyes. “Why not? Aren’t you excited to
make room for Savanna?”
“That’s not true! I love you, only you!”
“Then she’s… what? A fling?”
Gavin flinched, avoiding the question. Instead, he grabbed my hand and slapped his face with it. “If you’re angry, hit me! Punish me! But don’t throw away seven years of marriage
like this.”
“Who threw it away first, Gavin? Me or you?”
After a long pause, he whispered, “Aria, I swear on my life, I’ll cut all ties with Savanna. I’ve already paid her to leave. She won’t come back to this city.”
If this were before the accident, maybe I’d have believed him.
But now, every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was him running to Savanna–his tender care for her replaying in a loop in my mind.
“Should I believe you, Gavin? Should I?”
I thought back to six months ago when I first heard Savanna’s name.
Gavin was glued to his phone during dinner, barely responding to me.
“What’s so important that you can’t listen to me?” I’d teased, climbing onto his lap.
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“What’s so important that you can’t listen to me?” I’d teased, climbing onto his lap.
He flipped his phone face down on the table. “A new assistant–fresh out of college. She’s clueless and keeps asking me everything.”
“What’s her name?”
“Savanna.”
I’d even encouraged him to be patient with her at the time.
How ironic that his patience extended to his bed.
Now, he mistook my silence for forgiveness, attempting to play the role of a reformed
husband.
But I knew better. Flowers wilt, and even the wealthiest men grow dull when trust is gone
To me, Gavin Carter was no longer a devoted husband.
He was just another man who had betrayed me.
