What is he doing?
When I step into the room, pain splinters through me and more tears slip down my cheeks as I try to take a breath but I’m crying too hard. Wyatt has a duffel bag open on the bed and he’s throwing his clothes inside haphazardly. His hate filled gaze flicks to me and he stops, turning and grabbing the bag from the bed, zipping it up as he walks toward me. “I’ll sign the papers in the morning.”
My brows draw together as I stare up at him, wishing this was a dream or some kind of cruel joke. “The papers?”
“The divorce papers,” he says before brushing past me and storming out of the house. My heart races and my mind spins as I stumble backward into the door frame and reach for the other side to keep my self upright. Another sob tears through me and I fall to the floor as pain swallows me up and spits me back out in the house that used to be my home.
Chapter Thirty-One
Wyatt
Yawning, I run a hand over my tired eyes and shake my head before grabbing my beer off of the table in front of me and taking a sip as Blaze walks into the clubhouse. He arches a brow when he sees me and motions for me to follow him back to his office. I nod and stand up, bringing my beer with me. After I stormed out of the house last night, I knew I needed to, at least, have someone keeping an eye on Piper to make sure she didn’t get hurt so I asked Blaze to sit on our house all night. I would have done it myself but I couldn’t go back there - not yet. My chest burns as I think about the kid that showed up yesterday and the look on Piper’s face when I told her I would be signing the divorce papers in the morning. The heartbreak in her eyes looked real as hell, just like the love in her eyes when she told me she would never cheat on me but she has to be lying. There is too much evidence against her and I’m not going to be made a fool of once again.
“Sit down,” Blaze instructs as I walk into his office and I throw myself in the chair across from him as he scrubs his jaw with his hand. “She’s safe, in case you were wondering.”
My eyes widen. “Are you seriously throwing attitude at me when she is the one who is cheating on me?”
“Open your fucking eyes, Fuzz. That woman is completely fucking devoted to you and I know you asked Streak about this guy coming after us also finding other ways to torment us. Did you really forget about it so easily?”
“Why would he do that?” I ask, rolling my eyes as I take another sip of my beer and Blaze slams his hand on the table. I jerk forward, staring at him as he levels a glare at me.
“Pull your head out of your goddamn ass. This is an all out war on this club and you should know better than to assume anything. I watched your woman cry her eyes out all night long.”
Running my hand through my hair, I release a breath. I know I entertained the thought that the man coming after the club could be behind the things going on with Piper but I’m not buying it. This guy, whoever he is, is not going to concern himself with targeting just one member of this club. Why would he?
“What would be the point of making me think my wife is cheating on me?”
“Let me ask you something,” Blaze says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “You were the one spearheading the investigation in these girls’ deaths. How much work have you gotten done on the cases in the last two weeks?”
“Not a lot.”
He nods. “And why is that?”
“‘Cause I’ve been too worried about Piper to focus on them,” I admit, connecting the dots with where this conversation is going but I already thought through about all this and I still think it’s unlikely.
“Uh-huh,” he quips, nodding his head. “Would you say that you’re acting sane right now? That you’ve got your shit together and that you’ve been an asset to this club and your wife lately?”
My throat feels tight as I shake my head. “No, I suppose not…”
“My thoughts exactly. So, while I was sitting in front of your house last night, I called Streak and had him dig into your wife’s life. He can’t find anything. The IP address of the person running the dating profile he found on her came from a restaurant that offers free wifi, the hotel reservations were also made from the same computer, and the flowers came from one Colin Owens, who was also communicating with the dating profile but there is no evidence that Piper is doing any of this. In fact, as far as Streak can tell, if she isn’t at work, she is with you.”
That’s not exactly true. She goes to her support group, too, but I get his point. Piper isn’t cheating on me and I’m an ass. All of the tension I’ve been carrying around for weeks rushes out of my body and I set my beer on the desk before leaning forward and dropping my head into my hands. “Oh my fucking God.”
“You know the thing that confuses me the most, though? You know how to look all of this stuff up and yet, you didn’t. Why the hell not?”
“I don’t know…” I whisper, looking up at him and he shakes his head with a sigh.
“Seems like you don’t trust her… or you’re scared.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You a therapist all of the sudden?”
“Sure as hell feels like it lately,” he snaps and I drop my head into my hands again as my head spins.
Piper isn’t cheating on me.
The words ring through my head over and over again until the words I flung at her last night replace them, making my heart sink.
“Fuck! I’ve got to get back to the house and…”
“Grovel?” he supplies and I nod as I stand up and turn toward the door. “Maybe get something shiny with a four figure price tag. Just a thought.”
I nod as I grab the door handle and turn back to look at him. “Yeah. Thanks for watching over her last night, Blaze.”
“It’s fine as long as you don’t make a habit of this.”
“It won’t ever happen again,” I assure him. Once I convince Piper to forgive me for being an epic dick, I’m going to be the best damn husband that anyone has ever seen. He nods.
“Get out of here, then.”
Nodding again, I step out of the office and close the door behind me before heading for the clubhouse door with one thing on my mind. I run through our fight and the more I remember, the more my heart sinks.
Shit.
The stuff I said was so fucked up and she was so hurt. I have no idea how I’m going to explain this all to her. When we went to my parents’ house, I promised her that I was going to be there through everything but it was so easy for this guy to get in my head and drive a wedge between us. I can’t believe I was such an idiot about this. All I had to do was a couple of internet searches and I could have avoided hurting both of us but no, I was too damn consumed with worry and convinced that she was leaving me again.
Fuck.
Maybe I need some goddamn therapy.
The front door opens, bright morning sunlight streaming into the room and Kodiak walks in, his gaze scanning the bar before coming to a stop on me. He arches a brow as he walks over to me, shaking his head.
“Dude, you’re so fucked.”
“Why?” I ask as my head jerks back. How in the hell does he even know about what’s going on? He glances over his shoulder and leans in.