Say You Want Me Page 49

It doesn’t change the fact that it’s breaking me apart.

Dr. Borek and I exit toward the waiting room. When Wyatt spots him, he stands and heads our way. “Everything okay?” Concern filters through.

“Angie is doing great,” he assures him. “How are you handling things, son?”

“I’m doing fine. Getting back to work was good for me.”

I want to laugh. He’s not doing fine.

The doctor nods. “Good. If you notice you’re not yourself, we can get you in to see someone.” Wyatt’s eyes cut to me, and he mashes his teeth together.

Great. Now he thinks I said something.

“Thanks for the offer, I’m really okay.”

I mentally roll my eyes and sigh. “Thanks again, Dr. Borek,” I cut in. “I really appreciate everything.”

“You be safe on your trip.”

Wyatt flinches. “Trip?”

Well, if he were to ever actually talk to me, he would know. But he doesn’t. He avoids me at all costs. He’s home when I go to the bakery. He’s at work when I’m home. And if by some chance he’s around me, he does his best to be busy.

“Yes, I’m going to Philly to meet with Erin.”

He shakes his head while releasing an inaudible laugh. “Of course you are.”

Dr. Borek shifts his weight. “I’ll let you two talk. Be sure to make an appointment in a few weeks. I want to check your wrist before you start PT.”

Wyatt turns on his heels and walks away.

We get in the truck, and he wastes no time getting on the road. He drives the twenty minutes back to the house in silence. The thickness in the air between us is stifling. I have a feeling we’re not going to come out of the fight that’s brewing unscathed.

I didn’t keep the trip from him for any reason other than he avoids me at all costs. I can’t tell him something when he refuses to acknowledge me.

We pull in the driveway, and he shuts the car off. Neither of us moves.

After a few minutes, Wyatt turns to me. “I don’t know how to do this anymore.”

I look over and sigh. “I don’t either.”

“Were you plannin’ to tell me about you going back?”

“Were you planning to speak to me?” I throw the ball back in his court.

“We talk.”

“The hell we do.” I cross my arms and swallow my tears. “We don’t talk. You don’t come home, you don’t call me in the middle of the day anymore, and you haven’t slept beside me in weeks. I bet you can’t even remember the last time you kissed me. I figured you’d be happy I was leaving for a bit.”

“I told you I can’t right now,” he huffs.

“And I’ve understood that. I know that you’re handling this the only way you know how, but you’re pushing me out the door. I thought maybe if I go back to Philly for a while, I can give you the space we both need.”

“Then what?” His voice shifts. “Then you just come back?”

I’m going to lose it. I’m done being understanding and patient. I’m tired of feeling like I’ve done something wrong and have to walk on eggshells. Maybe what we felt for each other really was because of the baby. If so, better to figure this out now. Will it hurt to leave him? Yup. But the Wyatt I fell in love with died alongside our baby.

“I don’t know, Wyatt. Do I have a reason to come back?”

He slams his hand on the wheel. “So we’re going to go around in riddles?”

“This right here,” I say, pointing between the two of us. “This was something special. I fell in love with you. I want to stay and be a family. I love you!”

His head shakes back and forth. “No. No you don’t.”

“Yes I do! I love you! All I want is for you to stop fighting me now. You told me that night you were falling in love with me. I wanted to say it so bad, but I didn’t know if I was crazy. Don’t tell me I don’t love you!”

It’s not right. We were doing so well. We were happy. We were going to have a life together and a family . . . now we’re so broken. He doesn’t believe me.

“I was falling in love with you.”

“And now you aren’t?” I don’t know why I asked. I really don’t. Deep inside me, I know what he’s going to say.

Wyatt’s brown eyes shimmer with unshed tears. “No.”

Just like that, the fragile pieces of my heart disintegrate into dust.

“You know?” I let my tears fall freely. “It took me thirty-six years to ever let myself love a man. I thought when I finally let myself go, it would be for someone special. Even though you just single-handedly destroyed me, I wouldn’t change it.” I now understand Presley’s words. “I would give myself to you all over again, even knowing it would end this way.”

I open the car door and head inside. I don’t look back because there’s no point. He’s already gone.

 

“Wyatt?” I call out in the blackness. It’s three in the morning, and he’s not here. I look all around the house, but there’s no sign he ever came home. After our fight, he took off. I didn’t try to call him. I hadn’t wanted to. He really hurt me this time, but it’s strange that he’s not here.

I look for his truck, but it’s missing.

I call his phone, but get his voice mail.

Where the hell is he?

I don’t want to worry anyone, but I can’t seem to shake this feeling in my gut. Something’s wrong.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Trent’s sleep-filled voice comes through.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but Wyatt and I had a fight, and he left hours ago. I don’t know if he’s maybe with you?” I start to pace the floor. “I’m just worried.”

Trent clears his throat. “He’s not here, at least not that I know of. Let me check.”

I stay on the phone, and he lets me know Wyatt’s not there. “Can I borrow your car? I need to find him.” I hate asking, but there’s no way I’ll go back to sleep without knowing if he’s okay.

“I’ll look for him. You stay put in case he shows back up.”

“He’s not handling this well,” I inform him.

Trent releases a heavy sigh. “I know, Ang. I tried talkin’ to him the other day, but he told me to fuck off. I’ve never seen him like this, Zach and I are at a loss on what to do. But I know him, and he’ll figure himself out. He feels responsible for hurtin’ you.”

“It wasn’t his fault!”

“I know that. You know that. It’s Wyatt who doesn’t.”

My heart hurts for him. He has been awful, but I still can’t help but only see the man who made me coffee, baked cupcakes, showed me how to fish, and took me to the cabin. He was the man who would make me feel like I was worth everything. In a few short months, he showed me how great life could be with someone.

He’s still in there. Because I won’t for one second believe that this Wyatt is the real Wyatt.

“Will you find him for me, Trent?”

“I’ll find him. Then you can beat his ass for wakin’ me up.”

I laugh. “Deal.”

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