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wake him. I don’t know what time he came home last night but I’m not waking him. I don’t think I can face his anger again this morning not after last night.

I quickly get dressed for the day in another dress, this one a black maxi dress with sunflowers on it. I grab a yellow cardigan to wear over my arms. Going downstairs, I start the coffee maker while pulling up the number for an Uber. I’d heard of them and didn’t want to wait on Ian or wake Mitch to take me to the school to work for the day.

I’m sure this is a decision that Mitch will frown upon but I’m not going to get into it right now. I’ll cross that bridge later when the time comes. For now, I’m going to work with children and not let my heart ache at the thought of not having one of my own.

I’d been at work all of three hours and I’m ready to go home. I’m working with Miss Marshall again today, and she upset me first thing this morning with her comments about my appearance. Then to say something of how no man would want to marry me.

I would love nothing more than to go home as her comments proceeded to be made when the kids were busy doing something. All the children were gone to specials and are due back soon when Mitch walks into the classroom.

Miss Marshall stands and smiles at him. “Hey, baby,” she says huskily.

My spine stiffens as I look at him. He doesn’t give Miss Marshall the time of day as he comes straight to me and pulls me into his arms. “Mo stór, you didn’t wake me this morning before leaving,” he states, sounding slightly annoyed but a hint of pain in his voice.

“I needed to leave, and you were asleep,” I mumble, pressing my hands into his chest.

“That doesn’t mean you couldn’t wake me. I could have brought you to work rather than you callin’ an Uber of all things,” he says, drawing out the fact he knew I didn’t have Ian bring me in.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Miss Marshall snarks. “Mitch, baby, you’re with this puny thing?”

At Miss Marshall’s snide comment, not only do I tense but Mitch’s gaze turns livid. Turning my attention to the woman, I snap. “Do you mind? My husband and I are speaking for a moment before he leaves so I can continue my day.”

“Your husband? Since when? I had his cock in my mouth not even a month ago.” My stomach churns at this information.

“Bitch, you best shut the fuck up. I fucked you once, and it had been before my wife and I got married. And you weren’t even good. Nowhere close to what my wife gives me, and she hasn’t even sucked my cock yet,” he sneers, and I would say I’m somewhat mortified he’d say that.

Miss Marshall looks as if she wants to say something, but Mitch doesn’t give her a chance. Instead, he pulls away enough to grab my hand and pull me into the hallway. “Don’t listen to what the cunt said, mo stór. She nor anyone else but one other woman has ever meant anything to me, and that was Michelle, Alison. She died ten years ago and hasn’t been an easy subject; however, you deserve the right to know I loved her, and this part here is the hard part of it all, my love for her is nothing compared to what I feel for you. I suppose this is one of the reasons I’ve been distant with you this past week as I’ve fully come to terms with it along with the fact, we’ve got shit brewing we’re trying to shut down. I’m sorry for hurting you.”

I completely understand where he’s coming from right now. Though how I feel counts in this, I’m glad he’s acknowledging the fact he hurt me. However, I understand now more of what he’s been feeling, and it kills me that he’s had to come to terms with this all. It also makes me feel a sense of guilt that he’d think to care more for me than the woman he looked so happy with in the picture I saw of them.

“How about this evening I’ll take you out to dinner and talk?” he suggests. “I’ll tell you about Michelle and answer any questions you might have.”

“I’d like that,” I say, giving him a small smile.

“Good,” he murmurs as kids start walking past us to go into the classroom.

“I’ve got to get back in there and help,” I mutter, not even wanting to do that.

Mitch grunts as his gaze narrows briefly before looking at all the kids walking past us. His eyes land on Mathias and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“That’s the boy I’d been telling you about last night . . . Mathias,” I utter loud enough for only his ears.

Nodding, Mitch stares at the boy as the boy does the same with eyes wide.

He seems surprised to see him and even stops walking.

“You . . . You . . .” he stammers, and tears well in his eyes. “I thought you were dead,” he murmurs and turns, running the other way.”

Oh my.

What just happened?

Chapter Seventeen

Mitch

My day started out as shit when I’d woken up with my wife missing. I’d flipped the hell out thinking she’d been missing. This is after coming home to find her sleeping in one of the spare rooms rather than our bed. I lifted her into my arms without her waking up and carried her back to our bed.

Throughout this process, not once did she budge when I held her.

Sleeping like a rock, I didn’t even feel her get out of the bed. Then when I found out she’d taken a fuckin’ Uber of all things to work rather than wait on Ian to take her, it pissed me off. I’d been ready to yell at her more,