CHAPTER TEN

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Slide into the car to drive over to Summer's to speak to her. Tell her what my father's done, hope she will listen to what I have to say. Pull into her drive, couldn't see her car. Park up, get out the car to knock on the door, hope she is here. There is no answer. Run my fingers through my hair, take a deep breath, think about where she had gone. 

My mind is blank. Have no idea where she could have gone. Slide back into my car, drive towards town, hope she could be somewhere around there. Park up, walked towards the small cafe where my mates hang out.

Stroll towards the cafe, Travis comes into my view, heading towards me. The fucking prick is back in town, which means there's a party this weekend. Open the door to the cafe to see my mates sitting in a booth step over to them take a seat order coffee. Stare out of the window. "You going to the party this weekend?" Turn my head to glance at Conner, he waits for me to answer him.

"Yes. Need to have fun." If the drinks are flowing, I will be there. First thing I need to do is sort this mess out that my father had caused. Conner shrugs his shoulders, drinks his coffee. Pick up my cup, place the rim to my mouth, take a mouthful of coffee while looking out the window to see Summer walk past.

Place the cup on the table, rush to the door while my mates stare at me wondering what the hell I am doing. Step out the door. "! Summer!". Shout to her. She turns looks at me shaking her head.

"What do you want?" She sounds bitter towards me. Take a step closer to her, she slides her hands in her jeans pocket. Stand in front of her slide one hand in my jeans pocket playing with my car keys.

"I didn't sign the divorce papers," She screws her face up throwing her hands in the air shakes her head with what I had told her. "My father didn't tell you the entire truth to why he needed you to sign," She turns to walk away from me. "Summer. He thinks it's you with the name, he thinks you have been sleeping around, that is why he requested you to sign," She stops turns and stares at me, not looking happy. "I said to him he got his information wrong; it is me with the name," She says nothing, but looks at the ground, shakes her head. She closes her eyes for a second before glancing back at me.

"Sign the fucking divorce, couldn't care less anymore. You tarnished my reputation, so what is the use." She turns her body, walks away from me. Rub my face. Not entirely sure what to do next had told her the truth. Turn my body to peer in the cafe's window, then back at Summer walking away from me. 

Shake my head, run after her to put this mess right. Catch her up, make her stop, she gazes at me. "It's over between us." Yes. I know this marriage is over but with the way things are I couldn't just leave it like that. "There is nothing between us. We had a little fun". Pull her to the side while we had people walk past on the path staring at us, they whispered, we both rolled our eyes.

"Summer. I know it's over, but with what my father has done is wrong. He should have told you the truth before he made you sign," Take a deep breath. She leans against the wall, rubbing her face. "Yes. We should get a divorce, but not the way my father did it. He is deciding for us. Which he had no right to do," She shakes her head. Looked at her pretty face while the sun casts a shadow of her stunning slender body.

"Your dad had a reason. Why are you worried about what people think?" She had a point. She stands shrugs her shoulders walks away from me not giving me a chance to explain what I wanted to say. Walked back to the cafe. My thoughts are on the goddamn divorce. Stepped into the cafe finish my coffee leave make my way to my car when Travis walks past me stops.

"! Scott!". He is standing in front of me. We are the same height plus the same build. "Can't help but notice Summer is looking well." My hands clench into fists wanting to thump him, talking about her, knowing they have a history together. Jealousy sets into my body. Step to my car, glance back at him.

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