Reed sat at the bar, sipping his second glass of whiskey. He knew he should go home, be with Iz, but he was too busy sulking, too busy beating himself up to think of doing anything other than wallowing in the sorrow.
Fuck! What gave Miranda the right to stroll into his house uninvited and ruin his life? He needed to get this divorce over with, but how bad could she make it for him now?
Fuck!Reed hadn’t called his attorney, and at noon Phillip had called him. Reed had let it roll to voicemail. Phillip likely knew all the sorted details now, and Reed could deny nothing.
This was all his fault. What happened that morning didn’t need to happen. He should have controlled the situation better. This relationship with Iz should have never started.
He slammed back the last of his drink. It tast
