If You Only Knew. Kristan Higgins
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Название: If You Only Knew

Автор: Kristan Higgins

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

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isbn: 9781474064705

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СКАЧАТЬ and she wasn’t wearing panties, and I couldn’t help myself. It was—”

      “Shut up, Adam. Shut the fuck up.”

      I’m quite sure today is the first day Adam has ever heard me use the F word. He stops talking.

      “I told you if you ever cheated on me, I’d divorce you,” I say calmly.

      “I don’t want a divorce. Think of the girls, Rachel.”

      “I always think of the girls,” I hiss, the fury writhing in my stomach. “All I do is think of the girls. Were you thinking of the girls when you fucked another woman? Hmm? Is that what a great father does?”

      “Look. I’m sorry. I really am, Rachel. I was weak. But I don’t want to lose you.”

      How I would love to tell him to piss off right now. That there’s no going back from this. That he can talk to my lawyer.

      But just the thought of a divorce makes cold fear shoot through my legs. I don’t want a divorce! No adored husband coming through the door every night, no father in the house for the girls, no “Baby Beluga” sung at bedtime. We’d have to separate our things, all our lovely things that have made our house so welcoming and happy. All the pictures of the girls; he’d obviously get to take some with him.

      How could I live without things the way they are now?

      My rage has been snuffed out by icy-cold terror.

      “When you knew I saw the picture,” I whisper, “did you tell her things had to end?”

      “No,” he admits. “I haven’t yet.”

      The big question is waiting in the back of my throat like bile. “Do you love her?”

      He hesitates. “I… No. Not like I love you. But yes, there are…feelings.”

      Oh, God.

      My temples throb, and I have to force my teeth apart.

      I get up to leave. I’ll sleep in the guest room, take a long bath in the tub, maybe get another bottle of wine. Watch Game of Thrones and…and…

      I stumble before I even make it out of the living room.

      Adam’s arms are around me. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” His voice is rough with tears. “Please don’t make any decisions now. I love you. I love our family. Let’s not throw that away. I made a mistake. I’ll fix this. We can get counseling, or go on vacation, whatever you want. But please don’t leave me. I couldn’t live without you.”

      I love him so much. I hate him so much. He picked me—out of all the women who would’ve loved to have been Adam Carver’s wife, he wanted me. We made this beautiful family, this happy life—well, obviously not happy enough that he kept it in his pants, did he?

      “I’m going to bed,” I whisper. “I don’t know what I want right now. Except to be alone.”

      “Sleep in,” he says. “I’ll get the girls to school tomorrow. I’ll go in late.”

      I can’t bear to look at his eyes anymore. Those beautiful caramel eyes that lied so well.

      Feeling more tired than I’ve ever felt in my life, I climb the stairs, holding the railing with both hands. Past the picture of my parents on their wedding day. Past the photo of Jenny and me when we were little, dressed in frilly Easter dresses. Past the picture of Adam, smiling hugely, his eyes wet as he holds three little burritos with pink caps.

      Past our wedding photo. Me, in that stunning, amazing dress Jenny made for me, looking more beautiful than I ever knew I could, smiling at Adam with such adoration and…and…gratitude that it makes me sick.

      Without thinking, I take the photo off the wall and toss it down the stairs behind me, the sound of glass shattering on tile bright and clear.

      “Rachel.” His voice is hard and sharp.

      I look down the stairs.

      “Before you break anything else, just…just make sure you know what you want. Think about our life together, and what life would be like apart.” His voice softens. “Our marriage is worth fighting for. I screwed up, I admit that. But it would be smart to go slowly here.”

      I turn around again and go into the guest room and close the door.

      It seems I’ve just been warned.

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