My Devil Ex-husband's Obsession

Taylor's POV

My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles ached as I navigated the street that led either to my destruction or revelation.

I fought with everything in me to keep the tears from spilling down my face. It should not have surprised me, and yet I did not know why it was hitting harder now than it had before.

At last I reached the house. My phone rang, and I answered, hearing my sister's low voice.

"Are you there yet?" she asked, whispering.

The words felt heavier than they should have, but I answered anyway. "Yeah. I am." I closed my eyes.

"Okay. I waited for your arrival. I will go in now," she said, and then hung up.

I was so lost in my thoughts the phone slipped from my hand onto my lap. Slowly my gaze drifted back to the house and I threw my head back, a dull ache forming at my temples.

How could this happen to me? When I was little I watched my parents argue every single day and I promised myself I would never live the same life. So when I married Devon I kept quiet to avoid fights. Yet nothing had prepared me for this moment.

Maybe I am not enough for a man. For the past month he has been giving all manner of excuses to avoid coming home, even when I had just endured my miscarriage. He has been absent from my life in ways I never imagined. What hurts more than the absence is the timing. A child had to appear now.

Last week he missed my appointment at the hospital for the pregnancy test. He must have lost hope, but I did not. Now that I was positive he missed the moment to be with his ex-girlfriend.

This hurt like hell. I had noticed the excuses and I had sent Bri to uncover his secret. Disappointed, I found out that he had been seeing his ex-girlfriend.

What had I not done? What did she have that I did not? That may sound cliché, but the question raced through my mind.

What has our two-year marriage done to push him away? I needed answers and I doubted he would give any.

Ring. Ring.

"What happened, Bri? Are you in?" I asked, ready to move.

She answered in a frustrated tone. "This is the third time we have come. I am getting tired. They are not around."

Numb of feeling, I said, "Oh. We can try another day. Are you coming back?"

"Of course not. I am heading to my cafe. It is not far from here."

"Sure. Thank you. I am leaving."

My head throbbed from stress. I should be at my office working or preparing for my baby's arrival, but fate had decided to punish me by turning me into a lowlife detective.

With one last sigh I started to turn the car back when I noticed another vehicle parked on the street.