Paper Bride ✔️ (Book 4 - DP Series - COMPLETE)

3. I'm Gonna Kill Him

He just shrugs, as if he's not even sure of how to answer that. He wants to say something, I can see his mind construing how to put his thoughts into words, but then he sighs and turns away from me.

"I'm going to try and get some sleep," he finally says, and I know that's my cue to leave.

I let out a nearly silent, frustrated breath before standing and taking my mug to the kitchen. When I walk past again, he's already gotten himself comfortable on the couch. I'd almost mistake him for being asleep if not for the lack of his deep, steady breathing.

I head back to my room, intent on grabbing a few hours of rest as well, but I know it's pointless. Instead, I just lay there for two hours, until I hear Seth leave for work. Then I'm up again, planning out the next steps in winning back my husband's heart.

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Days pass without much interaction between us. I try to take my mind off our troubles by calling up my best friend, Shonice, but even she can't fix the holes in my heart. I haven't actually told her the extent of damage that our marriage has suffered, but Shon isn't stupid. She can clearly see I'm a mess, and after fighting to get answers out of me, she eventually stops trying and tells me she'll be over in an hour.

I'm not looking forward to it. If anything, I'm dreading the talk. I want to pretend that life is good, that everything's okay. But it's not, and maybe Shon knows I need to get some things off my chest.

"Hey girl," she greets, a broad smile displaying a mouth of pearly whites that contrast perfectly with her dark skin.

She's one of those tall, smooth-skinned beauties that spends the majority of her time in sweat pants and oversized sweaters. Some of her more unladylike habits remind me of my somewhat younger self. I used to not care about my appearance. I was relaxed—goofy even. Maybe that's why Seth can't stand me anymore... I've lost that spark.

She bumps my shoulder playfully as she slips through the door, and I close it behind her before turning to eye her grocery bag of goodies. She's got an entire sack of potato chips, red bull, Pringles, beef jerky, and mixed nuts.

My old roommate used to think I had a sweet tooth that matched her own. Little did she know that my box of sweets was only a decoy to keep her out of the real goldmine. See, I prefer to drown my sorrows with a beer and a bag of Doritos, not perk myself up with a sugar high. The only person who knows that secret is my husband and my weirdo of a best friend standing in front of me.

I snag a bag of Cheetos and throw myself on the couch, not bothering to hide my dramatic show of misery. She plops down beside me, shoving my legs to the floor to make room for her bootylicious self. I'm not being gross by saying that—just honest. She's got curves in all the right places. It's fact.

"What's wrong, Sugar Plum?" she asks, her face hiding any sign of amusement.

"What makes you ask, Muffin Cheeks?" I respond. I'm avoiding eye contact because if I see the look on her face right now, I know I'll laugh, and I'm not in the mood to laugh.

"Ew," she groans, sitting up and shooting a look of disgust in my direction. She doesn't pull it off very well though, seeing as how a betraying smile decides it can't stay hidden. "Don't call me that."

I only shrug, a sly smirk touching my lips.

"Well," she huffs, crisscrossing her legs on the couch, "tell me what's up."

I decide not to beat around the bush. She's not a stupid person, so there's no need in hiding anything from her. And as much as I don't condone gossip, I really need someone to talk to.

"He wants a divorce."

She's off the couch in less than a millisecond, pacing the area beside the coffee table. "He what?" she spits out, aghast. "He actually said that?"

"No," I tell her, and I see her shoulders relax briefly until my next sentence leaves my lips. "But I found the papers."

"I'm gonna kill him!" she nearly shrieks, and I feel the sudden need to pull her back down to sitting, hoping that will reign her anger back in as well. It doesn't. "You're the most beautiful, perfect human on the planet, and he wants to lose that! He's an idiot."

"Okay, Shon," I coax, shoving her shoulder slightly. "Shut up. Now you're being the idiot." I smile. "I appreciate how protective you are of me, but I don't need it. I don't want you to hate him. I just need someone to talk to. I need you to help me figure out the problems so that I can fix them."

She sighs after a moment. The truth is, she's known the guy longer than I have. They practically grew up together. He was known as the nice guy, the genuinely good person, and she knew that. I needed her to remember that if she was going to be of any help. If she started trying to convince me he was a jerk, then eventually I might start believing it, and that was the last thing I wanted.

I know people can't really change their personalities that drastically. Either he's a good guy going through a difficult time, or he's a psycho who's been hiding his true identity behind a mask of perfection. If he's truly this cold, unloving person that he keeps trying to prove to me that he is, then I would have discovered that long ago, right? My belief is that there's something going on with him that's dimming the light of his normally bright character.

And I'm nearly positive that something is me.

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So, any guesses so to what is going on between Seth and Mercy? Where did things go wrong?

I really hope you all enjoy the next chapter. :D