Let's Get A Divorce

I never knew falling out of love was possible overnight until I experienced it.

When I looked at Kyle, there wasn’t a bit of love left—just pure, burning hatred.

"What's so hard about apologizing, Blair? Say sorry, and you can have whatever you want," he said, like he was handing me the world on a silver platter. "I'll hang out with your kid or even make you my wife."

I used to dream about being his legit wife. I imagined standing by his side, everyone knowing I was his. But he was always seen publicly with Aria, so everyone thought she was his wife.

There are dreams we pursue, and dreams we drop, though.

Now that I no longer wanted it, he was dangling it in front of me like a carrot.

"No need, Kyle. We're done."

Kyle’s face twisted, like he couldn’t process what I’d just said.

“What? Not gonna come running to me, pretending you need me to play with your kid anymore?”

Pretending? I flared up.

“You don’t get it, do you? It’s not about pretending. It’s about you never being there when it mattered.”

Before I could snap back, Aria chimed in.

“Blair, stop deceiving Kyle! If Andy is really dying, where is he? Why are you here alone?”

“Shut up! You have no right to mention my son.”

Aria’s face crumpled. “Okay. I'm sorry! You don't need to be mad at me, Blair.”

After saying that, she turned her big, doe eyes to Kyle, playing the victim perfectly. Her act was sickening, and it was working.

Kyle got pissed, too.

Not at Aria, though. At me, and I could see it.

Chuckling, he pulled out his phone and dialed someone's number. Then, he put the call on speaker.

“Find out which hospital Blair’s kid is at, and pass the word to stop his treatment.”

Kyle’s eyes glinted with satisfaction like a cat playing with a mouse.

He thought he had me cornered.

He thought this power play would break me.

He thought this move would make me crawl back to him.

But that's just what he thought.

He had no idea.

I gave him a bleak smile before the person on the line could answer.

“Is this the kind of game you want?” I asked, sneering.

Kyle’s smirk faltered, but he didn’t back down. Soon, the man's voice came through the speaker, hesitant and unsure.

“Mr. Tyson, Andy passed away the day after you disappeared.”