Chapter 31: In My Eyes, These Eight Years Were a Joke

Divorce... Divorce!

Walker Grant forcefully clenched the ice in his hand. He’d been holding it so long it was melting, water trickling down between his fingers.

His dark eyes were fixed on her. "Weren’t we fine before? This isn’t the first time something like this has happened."

"Because I’m done putting up with it." Chloe Reed looked him straight in the eye. "Have I not been direct enough? I don’t want you anymore."

The corners of Walker Grant’s eyes reddened, and his breathing grew ragged. "Eight years, and you’re just throwing it all away?"

"Ha..." Chloe Reed found it laughable. "To me, these past eight years have been nothing but a joke."

She moved closer to him. "Do you know why?"

A dull ache throbbed in Walker Grant’s chest, and he furrowed his brow. The look on her face was so unfamiliar.

"Because eight years together doesn’t mean a thing next to one cry from Noah Grant, or one panicked phone call from Sunny Reed."

Chloe Reed slowly backed away, as if trying to permanently exit his world. "Walker Grant, you know full well I can’t turn a blind eye to this."

CRACK!

ice shattered

her. "That’s all in your

left the old

still wouldn’t agree

hand through her hair in

would it take to make him

together like this is just

The sky slowly darkened.

hollow eyes, Chloe Reed watched the stars begin to light up the square patch of sky. Her stomach was growling with

opened again, and Autumn Linton walked in, her eyes red.

Reed’s gaze shifted to her. "Are you going to make me admit I was wrong before I get

stubborn? Why did you hit your sister? She didn’t do anything to

Reed’s face dripped with sarcasm. "She stole my husband. You

Linton retorted. "Walker is just

not okay

why I’m going to

her. "Growing up, Sunny always let you have whatever you wanted. Now, all Walker is doing is taking care of Noah for a bit. Can’t you just put up

daughter. It’s my right to

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