I Played His Lover’s Husband Chapter 12
Home? During these five years of Dominic’s endless affairs, all I ever did was wait for him to come home.
That kind of waiting, the kind that consumed your dignity piece by piece, constantly reminded me of my
mother
She spent years waiting for my father to come home too.
In the end, all she got was the mistress who openly forced her out and my father’s countless illegitimate
children
Eventually, she fell into depression and took her own life.
I grieved for her-and I despised her weakness.
But because I fell in love with Dominic, I became exactly like her.
Day by day, I turned myself into the kind of woman I despised most.
And now that I’d finally clawed my way out, Dominic was telling me to come home.
The absurdity of it made me laugh out loud.
“Dominic, what home do we even have anymore?”
“Go get your head checked. Try not to die-I’d hate to be held responsible.”
“And do me a favor-sign the termination papers.”
The blood streaking down Dominic’s face was startling, but he didn’t seem to feel a thing. His eyes held no
warmth at all.
“You just got a little… distracted. By something filthy.”
“But no matter how much fun you have, home is still home.”
So he was still refusing to sign.
Rhett’s expression darkened, but I held him back.
you refuse to terminate the engagement, that’s fine.”
“Separating the Harrington and Montgomery interests will take six months at most.”
Dominic stared at me stubbornly.
“You hated me fooling around I get it now”
“The things you don’t like-I’ll stop”
“For the next six months, I’ll show you”
“Estelle, be honest-you could never really go through with breaking this engagement. You know that.”
Even now, his tone carried that arrogance-the unshakable confidence of a man who knew he’d been loved
for years.
He was certain that one light tug on the string, and I’d come running back.
Rhett’s fists clenched, veins cording along his forearms.
I smiled. “Oh Go ahead, then. Try me.”