Love Squared to the Second Power

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

College has started

My first week of med school and law school was going pleasantly well. Though I was still stressing over my soon to be ex-husband. He had been calling at least three times a day every day. He was driving past my house all the time. I was leaving one of my med classes at U of M and was heading to the library when I ran into an old boyfriend from my junior year in Michigan. He and I used to be pretty good friends. His name was Jayson Duclair he was six foot one dashingly handsome with long blond hair and brilliant blue eyes. We hadn't seen each other since I graduated. We ended things at the end of my senior year because he was planning on leaving the state for college.

Jayson asked if I wanted to grab coffee and catch up. I was hesitant but needed the break, so I said yes. As we were catching up, I learned he too was here in med school. He had decided not to leave Michigan after all. He asked how all my parents and siblings were doing. I filled him in on how everyone was, then dropped how I had gotten married and within months it was over. We exchanged phone numbers and decided we should have dinner some time.

My week was going strange, between my ex stalking me and running into an old high school flame. While I was thinking about all this, I was walking to my car on campus of the law school I was attending, which was MSU when I literally ran into someone. While I was trying to pick up my stuff and apologize, I realized I knew this person. His name was Jayden Decklyn he was six foot tall devilishly handsome with dark short hair that made you think of a vampire when you looked at him and piercing dark brown eyes seemed like they stared straight to your soul. He was an old flame from my first two years of high school. Jayden grew up bouncing between Virginia and California for the same reason I did because his parents were divorced and had remarried. So, we were in the same state and school at the same time.

His family was originally from Michigan and had all relocated back here his junior year. We ended up going to grab a couple drinks and catch up. We couldn't figure out how we never ran into each other, especially since he was born on Mackinac Island just like my soon to be ex-husband. Turns out he knew him just not very well. He told me he always heard that Raymond was bad news.

In one week, I had run into two exes recently, learned both knew my soon to be ex-husband one way or another. The week was almost over and turned out to be extremely bizarre. I was relaxing outside my house on the porch enjoying our late fall. The trees were gorgeous golden orange colors, the air was crisp and comfortable. As much as I missed Hawaii, I did not miss the lack of seasons.

I could not wait until winter was here, I wanted to hear the crunch of the snow, and the feel of the cold against my skin. Sledding and ice skating outside was something you can't get anywhere down south or on the island. Life was messy right now but still very beautiful. Just as I was officially easing into relaxation my phone dinged and it was a reminder that my court hearing for the divorce was Monday. As I was getting excited for the fact that I would be free of the asshole a cop pulls into my driveway.

The officer gets out of the police car waves at me while he comes up to me and asks if I am Mrs. Dunavine. I told him only for a couple more days. He said Well ma'am your husband Raymond was in a very bad car accident, and I need you to follow me to the hospital. I didn't know how to feel about the whole thing. So, I got in my car and followed him to the hospital. When I got there his whole family was there including his new girlfriend.

His mother came up to me and said that the doctors needed to do emergency surgery but needed my signature since we were still married. She said that it did not matter that we were getting divorced. Apparently, I was still his emergency contact and still considered to be the only who could approve the surgery. I signed the papers then waited for a few minutes but decided I could not do it. I did not want to know if he lived or died. I may not like him or loved him anymore, but I still did not want him dead, so I said a prayer and headed home.