Free The Waltz by Angelica Chase Page B

as good for you as it was for me?
    I looked at the clock, it was one a.m. Shit. Somehow Alex had found a way to taint the only good thing that had happened to me. I texted him back.
Violet: So sorry. Crazy shit. I’ll explain later. And yes it was incredible. I will take your cock up on that offer.
    I got no response and tucked my phone back into my purse.
    “I love you, Violet.” I looked to see Alex studying me from the hospital bed. He looked pitiful and I almost felt sorry for him.
    “Yeah, love you too, honey.” I rolled my eyes away from him and sat up in my chair.
    “Where is your wedding ring?” he asked, his studying my empty finger.
    “Wow, a sick and desperate man,” I said, shaking my head.
    The doctor came in and discharged Alex with a long list of prescriptions. Alex had the plague, as far as he was concerned, and begged me to stay with him. I spent the next day at home nursing his health. The sooner he got better, the sooner I could ask for a divorce.
    Rhys had extended his invitation again and I had turned him down again. I hated when I had to text my reply. On day three, his text came and my heart sank.
Rhys: You aren’t running away are you? You can talk to me.
Violet: No, God, please don’t think that, Rhys. I promise I will explain. I wish I was with you.
    I got no response. It took Alex five days to get up and moving, and I could feel Rhys slipping away. I shouldn’t have lied to him. And I sure as hell shouldn’t be ruining my chances with him to nurse Alex back to health. I went to check on Alex after waking on the couch and found him missing. I looked at the bedside clock, 10:59 p.m.
    I stood against the side of his office door, the way I always did when I eavesdropped. Listening to his conversation, I assumed it was Sandra he was speaking to. I had met her twice at office parties and other occasions for the firm. Alex was the head of commercial accounts in his advertising firm and had recently received an award for his work on a shoe campaign. He hadn’t bothered inviting me to the ceremony, stating it was an afternoon ceremony and he didn’t want me to have to miss work. I found out later through our credit card statement the bastard had booked a suite that day. I listened to him speak to her the way he used to talk to me.
    “You are so perfect. I don’t want to hide it anymore. I love you, Kris.”
    I choked on a sob. I didn’t care how much I hated him, how much I was ready for my marriage to be over, it fucking hurt to hear him profess his love to another woman. Especially when I had been the woman who had been nursing him back to health. Clutching my chest, I turned my body, my forehead to the wall as my tears of rage fell silently. I wouldn’t wait for Christmas. I wouldn’t wait for tomorrow. As soon as he was done with his conversation, we would have ours.
    “I want to fuck you so bad. I need you right now.” Alex’s voice sounded desperate, needy.
    I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and started to scream out when I heard his voice.
    “It’s me. Don’t scream.”
    I tried to turn to face him, tears still damp on my face. Rhys was here, in my house, and my husband was on the other side of the door. What the hell was he doing here? He held my back to his chest as I stood still facing the wall, completely wide-eyed and terrified we would be discovered at any moment. He stroked the wetness of my face, his voice coming out in a whisper.
    “You cry tears for a man begging for someone else’s pussy.”
    I shook my head no, wanting to tell him it wasn’t true, to tell him it stung a little. I hated Alex. Alex, who was just on the other side of the door! I tried to break free, but he kept his grip on my hips.
    “He doesn’t want you anymore, Violet. He doesn’t want this.”
    He slid his hand up my thigh, only partially covered by my baby doll nightie, straight up to my sex. Fear set in as I listened to my husband’s voice as he proclaimed his love to another woman. The