It was painfully clear that… in his heart, I would never measure up.
Part 4
I drifted along, following my husband until we reached a house. It was the place he lived in before we were married. The funny thing was, I never knew until now, until I died, that a woman lived in the house he claimed to have rented out.
A woman named Yve Sinclair, my husband's ex-girlfriend, the one he called his lost, everlasting love.
She was the woman he rescued from drug dealers three months before. And apparently, that was where he spent all those nights he was not at home... with her.
The thought of it all made a fresh wave of pain crash over me. Yve, his ex, was suffering from some trauma after being held hostage in a case. He was worried sick about her safety, fearing both drug dealer revenge and something happening to her in general, so Jayden took it upon himself to look after his ex.
No wonder he drove like a maniac, shaving half an hour off a twenty-minute trip.
He burst through the door, his voice shaky as he called, "Yve?"
The only other time I had seen him this scared was when his father died.