Colton slammed the door behind him as he left. Then, he never returned home for the next two weeks.
One night, sometime at midnight, Jett suddenly called me up. He told me unwillingly that Colton was drunk out of his mind and kept calling my name, wanting me to come and get him.
I refused at once.
“It’s the middle of the night. Since you’re there with him, you can bring him back with you. Or, get Darlene to take care of him instead.”
I meant every word I’d said. Without me around as the third wheel, Colton and Darlene could even play a heartfelt round of Truth or Dare and reveal their real thoughts to each other.
However, a short while later, Colton came home by himself.
He wore a glacial expression as he tossed his alcohol–reeking clothes in the bathroom, took a shower, and went to sleep on my bed.
I hated it and found it awkward, but I didn’t have the energy to argue with him, so I pretended to be asleep as well.
For the next few days, Colton suddenly came home every single day.
It didn’t stop there. He even started making me breakfast before I woke up in the morning, and then he would pick me up from work at the end of the day.
My colleagues witnessed as he showered me with all sorts of gifts and presents and told me that I’d found a gem of a husband.
I just smiled slightly when I heard them say that.
Colton pretended as if we had never even talked about the divorce.
I wasn’t in much of a hurry anyway. Darlene’s tummy was getting bigger by the day, and I knew for sure that she was a lot more anxious than I was for Colton to divorce me.
