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“It’s over with my wife, so if you could just lay off me, that’d be great.”
His face falls a bit. “It’s…over?”
I press my lips together, and he claps me on the shoulder.
“Dude, you okay? The teasing was all in good fun. I didn’t realize—”
“That’s sort of the problem with constantly teasing someone, isn’t it?” I ask, interrupting him. “You don’t take the time to realize.”
He clearly feels like an asshole, which is an accurate representation of who he is. I hope he learned something.
I hope he lays off me.
But most of all, I hope this searing ache in my chest subsides soon. I have a feeling it won’t.
Chapter 55: Grace Nash
The Agenda
Five Months After the Wedding
I stare at the blank phone in my hand as tears fall down my face. They land somewhere on my shirt, but they’re coming too fast for me to keep up with them.
How the hell did we get here?
It wasn’t so long ago he was telling me that he loved me after a game…and now it’s over?
I knew the season would be hard on us, but I thought we had a little more time. He’s been preoccupied with practice and meetings and games, so I threw myself into my own thing. I thought it was a good thing for us to have separate interests. I thought I was respecting his boundaries when he told me he needed to focus. It was all working out—his focus shifted to the game, and mine to the vineyard.
I’ve been trying to find something, anything, to use against her in this whole vineyard fight, but I keep coming up blank. It feels like she’s winning the vineyard, and all I had left was Spencer.
But now he’s walking away, too. Another blindside.
What does that leave me with?
Nothing. The answer is nothing.
And I have no idea what to do to fight for him. His voice made it sound like he didn’t want a fight. He’s just done. It’s over for him. There’s nothing left to fight for.
It makes me wonder if he ever really meant those words when he said he loved me. What would make him just end it out of the blue? We didn’t have a fight. There wasn’t even enough time that passed for us to really grow apart.
The tears start to dry as anger steps into their place. Why is he just giving up? Something must have happened, and he’s not letting me in.
I want to talk this out with somebody, but I realize once again…I don’t have anyone.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so alone.
It doesn’t get any better as the end of the day Monday rolls around. I pick up my phone no less than ten times as I think about texting or calling my husband.
He’s still my husband. He still cares enough to stay married to me for the rest of the year. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?
I wonder what he’s doing. It’s only three o’clock there, and surely he’s at practice or in meetings. He told me if they lose, they don’t get Mondays off, but Tuesdays are always their day off.
Maybe I should fly out to see him tonight. I take a quick look at flights. There’s one out of here in a little over two hours. If I hurry and carry my bag onto the plane with me, I can make it.
I glance at my calendar to see what’s on the agenda for tomorrow.
It shouldn’t matter, but it does.
