Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

Chapter 20: Still in the Mood to Act Up

The man drying her hair paused.

A flash of panic crossed his eyes, but he quickly composed himself. "Chloe," he said, "don’t overthink things. I got a vasectomy because I don’t want you to suffer. I saw the pain Sunny Reed went through when she gave birth, and I don’t want you to experience that."

Chloe Reed closed her eyes.

If he had told her this a month ago, she might have believed him.

But she had learned too much in the meantime.

He had spent Sunny Reed’s entire pregnancy with her, cared for Noah Grant, and his heart was entirely with that mother and son.

Now, to learn he’d had a vasectomy.

She could only conclude that he had done it for them.

Not for her.

The hair dryer whirred to life, and Chloe’s voice cut through the noise. "Divorce."

Walker Grant’s hands didn’t stop. His long, slender fingers threaded through her hair, drying her long locks bit by bit.

Her hands clenched into tight fists.

’How could he still put on this act of a gentle, doting husband after everything he’d done to hurt her?’

’Isn’t he exhausted?’

But she was.

hair dryer, her clear

hair dryer was thrown to the

Walker Grant’s temple, his handsome, sharp features frosting over. "I do everything for you, and you

"You motherfucker, get out!"

take it anymore

want to argue with him; she just felt a profound sense of powerlessness

his choice. How can he still claim it was for

like this, a dangerous glint flashed

over her, looking

on

"Yes!"

She didn’t want to say another word, as

nothing more, turned, and

slammed shut with a

holding a bowl of ginger soup, just about to knock. The slam startled him, and he almost dropped

"Walker, is Chloe alright?"

expression dark and cold. He

fine. Still has

wanted to say

in a terrible mood. Anything he

just said,

"You take it in."