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The pen clattered to the table.
What the fuck was I doing?
I’d always let life happen to me. I’d gone through the motions, accepting all the crap it threw at me.
And then it decided to gift me Ari Lancaster…my fucking soulmate. And I was going to fuck it all up.
Yeah, he was a stalker. And questionable. And he’d done terrible things to ensure he and I were together…
But he also possessed the most beautiful soul of anyone I’d ever met.
And he was offering me all of it.
What the fuck was I doing?
I needed to find him somehow, convince him he was my forever.
I wasn’t going toletthis divorce happen.
I was all in.
He could stalk me whenever. Just as long as I got him.
“I’m sorry. I won’t be signing this today,” I said, springing from my chair. I grabbed my phone and dialed Ari’s number frantically, each ring feeling like an eternity.
It went straight to voicemail.
“Ari, we need to talk. Please call me as soon as you get this. I don’t want to be over. I never want to be over.”
I ran to my drawer to get my ring, needing the weight on my finger to reassure me everything could still be saved. But it wasn’t there.
He must have taken it with him.
Panicking, I called three more times with the same result.
Okay, what should I do? I didn’t know what time his flight was. He had left this morning. I pulled up the airline schedule for the day. There were flights leaving every thirty minutes. That wasn’t helpful.
“Mr. Lancaster mentioned a flight at 8:45 tonight when I last spoke to him,” the lawyer mentioned. She was standing at the front door, her briefcase packed up and in her hand.
I glanced at my phone. It was seven. I didn’t know if I could make it in time.
But I had to try. Even if I missed the flight, I had to try.
I could get a flight to Dallas if I missed it.
I just couldn’t let him go.
Ashley smiled at me. “I’ll see myself out,” she murmured, before opening the door and leaving.
I ran to the garage, jumping into the Maserati he’d bought me, turning the ignition.
It stuttered and whined…and wouldn’t turn on.
What?
Please, please, please, I chanted to whatever god was in the heavens as I tried it over and over again. I didn’t have the key for his truck..and I didn’t know how to ride his motorcycle.
Fuck! I slammed my hand on the steering wheel, wincing at the bite of pain from my scraped palms.
