Three Years Too Late for Sorry，Just in Time for My Freedom novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

When I opened the door. Nicholas he looked exhausted.

He let out this defeated sigh. Gabrielle, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the camping thing. It’s my fault.”

“If you still wanna go, I can take time off work right now and we’ll go together.”

I let him come in and grabbed him some water. Then I said. “Nicholas, I’m not interested.”

He closed his eyes and sank into the couch, massaging his forehead. Obviously not taking my little “tantrum” seriously.

While we were talking, he actually had pulled out his phone and text Evangeline to get some rest.

Then he barely looked my way. “Okay then. Come on, let’s go home.”

He started walking toward the door and realized I wasn’t following him.

He turned around looking confused.

“I said I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

The impatience in Nicholas’s expression shifted-just for a second-into panic.

I pulled up the video on my phone and showed him.

After watching it, he started freaking out and trying to explain.

I shut him down. “This isn’t working. You know it, and I know it. You’re regretting not choosing Evangeline. That’s why you’re moving in her direction now.”

A shadow of shame passed over his face.

While I stared him down, he eventually nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’ve thought about what would’ve happened if I’d made a different choice. But Gabrielle, we ARE married. I’m gonna do right by this marriage.”

“That video’s real, but we didn’t sleep together or anything. I promise you, and nothing’s gonna happen going forward.”

As though afraid of what I might say next, he took an unsteady step back-then left almost frantically.

I couldn’t figure out his deal.

He was obviously over me and probably thinking divorce.

So why was he suddenly trying to be husband of the year when I confronted him?

The next few days, I kept asking Nicholas when we were filing for divorce.

But he shut that conversation down every single time.

I had no clue what game he was playing.

So we just stayed separated, locked in this ridiculous stalemate.

Until his grandfather’s birthday came up. Nicholas called me beforehand.

“Gabby, I really need you there with me tomorrow. If not for me, then for Grandpa. You know he’s always had your back.”

I couldn’t turn that down.

Richard was the only Ashford Richard was the only one who’d never looked down on me because I wasn’t born rich.

I guess this would be my chance to say goodbye to him.