Chapter 68
Spencer and Emma went to a different restaurant. Emma was embarrassed by when Spencer had witnessed. Her and Will were married for such a short time. They should be in love, but now Spencer saw for himself.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” she said after they were seated. “I owe you an explanation. Will and I are married, but it’s complicated. Grace is like, the love of his life. She left him a while back, but now she wants him again. So, of course he is falling all over himself for her. I can’t tell you much more than that, but I can tell you that we aren’t in love. But we also aren’t in an open relationship either. It’s… convoluted,” she finished, looking down from him.
“That’s a lot,” Spencer said. “We don’t have to talk about that. Just know that I’m here for you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that. Honestly, I don’t know why you’ve continued to put with this.”
“Emma, please. You are more than your problems. And don’t worry. We really don’t have to talk about anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Spencer smiled. “I had other motives for asking you out to lunch today. I’m hoping I can convince you to work at my studio. I’d love to have you.”
“I’ve got to tell you, working at your studio does seem ideal, and I’m grateful for the offer. I just have to give it one more shot on my own before I accept.”
“I’ll wear you down eventually,” Spencer laughed. “Listen, we’re peers now. Both of us are talented architects, and we aren’t competing against each other anymore. I think we should meet up more often, and talk about ideas. Hopefully we’ll be colleagues soon.”
“You mean you’ll be my boss,” Emma laughed.
“No, you’d be my peer. I would mentor you. It wouldn’t be crazy to put you in a higher position. Everyone in the industry knows your name now. But seriously. What do you think of linking up more often?”
“I would like that.”
“Good. I would too.”
Emma had a lovely time with Spencer, as usual. But when she got home, her good time was forgotten. Will sat in the living room, waiting for her. She tried to ignore him and walk past him.
“Emma, wait,” he called. When she didn’t stop, he jumped in front of her.
“Move,” she said, not looking at him.
“We need to talk. Come sit with me,” he said, trying to lead her over to the sofa.
“You’re right, we do need to talk. First, I’m sorry we lost Conrad. He was a wonderful grandfather and I wish I had more time with him. But he’s gone now, and we don’t have to pretend for him anymore. And Grace wants you back, which I’m sure you’re happy about. It’s time for this to end. We can get an annulment, and pretend this never happened. We’ll both be better off.”
“No,” he answered. “I already told you I won’t do it.”
Emma rolled her eyes.
“Why? What’s the point of this?” Will ignored and started walking towards the guest room she claimed. “Where are you going?”
“I’m sleeping in your room tonight,” he said.
“Oh, no you’re not!” she chased after him. She followed him in her room with every intention to drag him out. But when she entered, he closed the door behind her and pinned her against it.
“If you don’t want to stay in here, we can go to my room. But whether you like it or not, we’re staying in the same room tonight.”
“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, tried of talking to him. “Just remember, no sex. Nothing.”
“You’ve said that before,” Will smirked.
“I’m serious. Behave.”
“Fine,” Will threw his hands up in surrender. “I won’t touch you. But am sleeping beside you. He went over to the bed, and flopped on it. Emma suppressed a giggle. He was so ridiculous. He patted the space beside him, an invitation for her to come lay with him.
“You’re impossible,” she huffed at him. “I’m going to shower,” she announced. The hot water pelted her skin, almost healing her of all her pain. The steam cleansed her soul, and soothed her ravaged heart. After her shower, she felt better. Her emotions had been all over the place for the last few days. It was exhausting. She changed into a set of satin pajamas, and walked back into the room. Will was still on the bed, facing the ceiling. He seemed to be lost in thought.
“Nuh uh,” she admonished. “You’re sleeping in my bed without a proper shower first,” she threw a towel at his face. “Go.”
Will chuckled and walked into the bathroom without a word. Emma snuggled up in the bed and listened to the sound of running water. She let out a long sigh.
“I’m so tired of this,” she grumbled. Perhaps it was time she gave Will a chance to explain himself. It didn’t mean she had to forgive him, or even agree. But everyone deserved a chance to tell their side of the story. It was the reasonable thing to do.
For a moment, she felt like they were a normal couple. For a moment, she wanted to pretend that she was a wife waiting for her husband to come to bed. What was the old saying? Never go to bed angry. The thought brought a small smile to her face.
“Maybe he should go back to Italy. Things were so much better then. We actually liked each other,” Emma mused to herself.
Her phone screen flashed, catching her attention. An unknown number had sent her a photo. She opened it and her heart sank into her toes. It was a younger Will, and he was wrapped around a woman. They were entwined in an intimate kiss. The woman was Grace. A message came along with the picture.
*He’ll never you love you as much as he loved me.*
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