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“I agree, but who would do that and why?”
I level determined eyes on him. “That’s what we need to find out. Please tell me you kept that email?”
He shakes his head. “Why would I want to keep sexually graphic content of my best bud and my girl getting it on?” Sarcasm is thick like syrup atop his words.
I guess that makes sense. I wouldn’t want to keep anything like that either. But our best means of tracking the manipulator is via that email. An idea pops into my head. “What about Keven? He’s studying IT, right? Could he retrieve it from your deleted files?”
A slow smile spreads over his mouth. He taps the end of my nose with one finger. “Not just a pretty face.” I mock-scowl. “That’s a brilliant idea. I’ll ask him tomorrow.”
“Ask who what?” Kal asks, popping his head cautiously around the door. I arch a brow. “Just checking you weren’t dry humping or worse,” he jokes, answering my silent question.
“Can you get your mind out of the gutter for five seconds,” Ky hisses. “It’s that kind of attitude that’s going to get you in trouble one of these days.”
“Don’t act like you’re a frigging saint, Ky. You’ve done your fair share of whoring.”
“Enough!” Ky demands. “I need your head on straight if we’re to figure out her game plan.”
Racing footsteps slap noisily off the porcelain floor downstairs, and we all freeze at once. “Wait! Please!” James calls out, desperation clear in his tone.
“Get your hands off me! I won’t ever forgive you!” a clearly emotional Alex screams, charging the stairs amid heaving sobs.
“What now?” Kal sighs as he slants an inquisitive look at us.
I slide off Kyler’s lap and he rises behind me. Heat infuses me as I lean back against him.
Alex is a blur of color as she rushes past the study door, oblivious to our presence. James darts past a second later. Kalvin moves to walk after them, but Ky reaches out, holding him back. He shakes his head in silent instruction.
“I want you out!” Alex screams. “Out of this house. Out of my life. Away frommyboys.”
“Please, Alex,” James beseeches. “I love you. I’m sorry. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, so, please, please, don’t do this.”
“Save your breath, James. No amount of begging or false promises will change my mind. Our marriage is over, and you need to leave.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Kal shoves Ky’s arm away and marches to the door. We follow hot on his heels. Stepping out onto the small landing, I duck down, as a bundle of clothing flies over my head. Kal isn’t quick enough, and a shirt lands on his head. Yanking it off, he peers up at his mom. Alex is standing at the top of the stairs, fisting handfuls of male clothes. Her hair is a tangled mess around her face and judging by her swollen red-rimmed eyes, she’s been crying profusely. My heart goes out to her.
“Mom? Are you okay?” Kal asks.
“Go to your rooms, please. Your mom and I need to discuss this in private,” James instructs from his position three steps below us.
“They stay.” Alex flings the contents of her hands down the stairs. “Do you want to tell them or shall that responsibility fall to me like everything else?” She perches her hands on her slim hips. “I should’ve known. You’ve always been fond of lying flat on your back while everyone else did all the heavy lifting.”
James winces. “I get it. You want to hurt me, and I deserve that. Do your worst. It won’t push me away.”
Alex half-laughs, half-cries. “You’re a fucking idiot as well as a lousy cheat!” she screams. “I’m not pushing you away. I’mdivorcingyou whether you like it or not.”
Kal’s worried gaze bounces between his parents.
“I won’t go.” James grips the handrail tightly. “I won’t lose my family.”
Alex shrieks, bending down and grabbing more fistfuls of clothes. “You should’ve thought of that before you took my assistant into your bed!”
Kalvin staggers back. “What?” He spins and glares at his dad. “You fucked Courtney?”
James ignores him, devoting his attention to Alex. “Please, Alex. Please don’t do this.”
A determined look contorts her beautiful face as she stomps down the stairs, halting directly in front of her husband. “Let’s get one thing straight, James.I’mnot doing this.Youdid this. You fucked yourself.” She jabs her finger in his chest. “You set this in motion the minute you fucked that slut.” Fury radiates off her in waves. She shoves at him, and he stumbles, almost losing his balance. I’m shocked into mute-form. Alex is the quintessential lady, and this is a side of her I haven’t seen. Not that I’m casting aspersions. It’s understandable, given the situation.
