The dent in our vows

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My heart ached for my best friend. To think she'd had to raise her daughter alone after being thrown out and rejected by both her parents and then Nathan. And now, after four years, he was back for his child just because his wife wouldn't conceive. "I really hate him."

She shrugged softly and smile but it didn't reach her eyes. "It's fine. She needs her father anyway and I need to sort myself out because I know he's not going to stop here. He's going to file for full custody and I need to be prepared."

"I'm sorry Becky, I know how much he hurt you."

She waved her hands dismissively. "Stop it okay, you're going to make me emotional and that's the last thing I want. That asshole doesn't deserve my tears."

I smiled sadly. "You know what, fuck men. Let's have fun tonight and forget we need them."

She laughed. "Let's do that."

That was when the receptionist from downstairs walked up to my desk.

"Dawn, a man is outside requesting to speak to you."

Both my brows quirked. "Who?"

"He said he's your husband."

My stomach fluttered lightly. I swung my gaze to Becky. She smirked knowingly at me. "I guess lover boy decided to stop by."

Ugh.

I cleared my throat and turned back to her. "Please, tell him I'm working."

She smiled. "He said he knew you would say that and told me to tell you he wasn't leaving until you granted him an audience."

"Just go see him." Becky prompted with a dismissive wave of her hand. "We both know he's not going to leave."

I frowned because I couldn't ignore the fact that she had a point. He was most likely going to camp there all day until I showed up. That was my husband for you.

I swiped my nails through my hair and released a suffering sigh. "Fine." I pushed back my chair and got up.

The receptionist accompanied me as I sashayed out of the office, took the elevator, and arrived on the grand floor busy with clientele and staff members moving around.

"He's over there." She pointed out whilst motioning to the open waiting area with two white couches and a brown table in the middle.

David was currently sitting in one with his legs crossed over. I flattened my hand on my dress and brushed away the nonexistent wrinkles as I made my way to him.

He had no tie on and his black shirt was unbuttoned three steps down, enough to give a view of his carved unshaven chest. The sudden erotic image of my hands running over it popped into my head and sent shivers down my spine. I shook it off immediately and adopted a shatterproof demeanor as I reached the space.

"Why are you here, David?"

He got up immediately at the sound of my voice, looking at me with so much longing that my chest ached, but I refused to give in because his words had hurt me and I wanted him to know that.

"Dawn, my love, how are you? I tried looking for you last night but you'd gone too far." His eyes skimmed over my body and his brows furrowed. "Are you okay? Did you sleep well?"

"Stop asking me questions and tell me why you're here." I deadpanned, trying to keep my tone even.

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried sick." He stretched out a pink duffle bag for me to take. "I brought you breakfast, it's from your favorite diner."

"I don't want it," I stated dryly, even though I wouldn't mind a bite from those vanilla waffles I could already smell. "Take it with you and leave because it seems you have nothing important to say to me." I pivoted immediately to walk away but he rushed over to my side and held my hand.

"My love." My shoulders hunched at the sound of his voice. He was so close now, I could practically smell the aftershave off him. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me last night. I'm usually not that way. I would never yell at you or say shit to you on purpose. I'm sorry baby."

Inhaling deeply, I brushed his hand off and turned to stare blankly at him. "It doesn't matter. You did what you did."

His brows furrowed and I couldn't help but notice the dark circles underneath his eyes. He didn't look like he had gotten much sleep. "What can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything you want, just tell me."

I shifted an inch because standing this close was tempting. "You already know what I want."

"What's that? Please-"

"A baby." I cut him. "I want a baby."

Expelling a breath, he ran his hand through his thick tousled hair. "Dawn, how long are you going to continue this?"

"Till you're ready to give me what I want."

He made a noise of frustration. "But I've told you we'll have kids. I'm not just-"

"You're not ready," I interrupted, chuckling bitterly. "Your words were pretty clear when you said you didn't want a child last night, David, stop trying to lie to me and play around with my feelings."

"Dawn I'm-" he sighed. "It's complicated."

"It's only complicated because you're making it that way." I pointed. "We've known each other for two years, David. We're married. If you're not comfortable enough to share your problems and reasons for sudden decisions with me then who the fuck are we kidding?" I exhaled and shook my head, it was no use. "Just go home please, I have work."

"Dawn, the house is not the same without you there. It's lonely and empty."

My throat worked on a hard swallow. "Well get used to it because I will not continue to be your fuck doll. I know I'm your wife and I should submit to you but what I want matters too and this is the only way you'll understand that for once, I'm being serious."

I turned around.

"Dawn, baby, don't do this. You know I love you."

My fist tightened. "Sometimes love is just not enough."

I walked away.