Jules Pov:
The world spun as Adam's words echoed in my head.
He never loved me
Tears welled, blurring my vision as my body trembled in denial. This couldn't be real.
"You don't mean that, Adam," I pleaded, my voice cracking. "We can fix this. We just need to talk."
A cold fury replaced the warmth that used to be in his eyes. "There's nothing to fix, Jules. I never loved you. You were a game, a way to escape my own life." His grip tightened on my shoulders, his anger a physical thing pushing against me.
"No," I gasped,"We have so many memories, so many moments , laughs... We can't throw it all away." My voice rose in desperation, clinging to the wreckage of our love.
Memories flickered through my mind – stolen kisses under fireworks, whispered promises on starlit nights, the way his hand fit perfectly in mine.
How could none of it have meant anything to him?
"Memories?" He spat the word, his face contorted. "All I remember is your constant need. You suffocate me, Jules. You pretend to be this perfect person, but you're a liar. A leech who latched onto my life. God, I wish I'd never met you."
The air knocked out of my lungs. A sob escaped my lips, choked with a rising tide of fear. This wasn't the Adam I knew. Where was the man who held me close, who whispered promises of forever? The man who'd built a future with me, brick by hopeful brick?
"I hate you, Jules," he snarled, his voice laced with venom. "I hate the day I got drunk and married you. I hate that you wormed your way into every aspect of my life. You never stop lying... I swear to god I wish I'd never met you."
His voice cut off abruptly as his grip slackened. I slumped back in the chair, the room tilting around me. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a counterpoint to the dull ache spreading through my body. The world had shattered, and I was left to pick up the pieces, unsure if I could even recognize them anymore.
A part of me screamed in denial, clawing for the Adam I thought I knew. But another part, a cold and logical one, whispered the truth. The warmth, the love, the promises – it had all been a lie. A tear escaped, tracing a cold path down my cheek.
The air crackled with the heat of our argument. "I've never lied to you," I yelled, my voice hoarse.
"You're such a fucking liar Jules! You lied about Harry!" Adam's face contorted with anger, his green eyes narrowed to slits.
"No, I didn't! There was nothing between us," I pleaded, the truth catching in my throat.
"Then what about Trey? Huh? You were so in love with him before I came along. You always wanted to escape Fairview. I just didn't realize how desperate you were to ditch that tiny farm life. So desperate you'd marry the first guy offering a ticket out and a good fuck . You used me, Jules. Someone who'd be a better lay, a city boy like me." he sneared "How long was this charade supposed to last? No wonder you wouldn't let me quit my job. I wouldn't be good enough for you anymore once I was covered in dirt, huh, another one of your little toys."
Silence crashed over us. I stared at the man I'd sworn to spend my life with.
Yes, I wanted to leave Fairview. But it wasn't some fantasy of city lights and cobbled streets. It was about escaping the suffocating memories that clung to every corner. My parents, my brother, all gone too soon. My little sister, lost to the cold embrace of the lake, she'd drowned and left me alone. The only reason I stayed was for Nana, and for him. To hear Adam twist my desires into something so cynical…
I wanted to escape, to build another life, away from the town that had the ghost of my family on every pavement, every store block, every god-damned tree, streetlight and familiar face that looked at me like I was a cursed monster. I wanted something new.
I wanted a family with you Adam
"You think so little of me," I whispered, the words echoing the hollowness that had settled in my chest. There it was, my father's stubbornness and ego building inside of me.
He met my gaze, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "It's not what I think, Jules. It's what I know."
Silence....
"I want a divorce," I said, the autopilot kicking in. Running was the only thing I'd ever known how to do, and right now, it was the only thing I craved, the only thing I desperately needed to help me get out of this mess. If he doesn't want me, then I'm a fool to think this is going to change anything, not me pleading or him finding out I'm pregnant.
I'd driven all this way to tell him. The moment he'd left two days ago, I'd felt horrible and when Doctor Mayer told me I was having a pregnant I wanted to tell him in person, To let him know we were going to be a family. I didn't expect him to be in bed with a blonde.
He cheated on me... I was wrong, yet I'm standing here begging him? I have someone else to think about, someone who's just the size of a little grape but still...my baby.
He never wanted me, He won't want our baby.
"I want a divorce. If you don't want me then I'll give you back your freedom Adam Casey. I won't contest anything. I won't ask for anything of yours. I'll leave and you never have to deal with me again. Divorce me."
Please, Adam, don't say yes...please say you love me.
A flicker of surprise, a shadow of sadness, flitted across Adam's face before it hardened into a mask of indifference. It was a chilling sight, the final confirmation that the love we once shared had vanished.
"Okay, Jules, okay," Adam sighed, turning away. "I'll have my lawyer get you the documents."
Silence echoed in the sterile apartment, I nodded, throat tight, knowing he couldn't see the tears blurring the world around me. "Good," I rasped, my voice thick with unshed tears. My heart already ached for the life we were losing, a life I'd envisioned filled with laughter lines and shared dreams.
Reaching for the doorknob, I hesitated, glancing back. Adam stood frozen in the same spot, a stranger cloaked in the familiar shell of the man I loved. A million unspoken words battled in my chest. This might be, no... it definitely was the last time I'd ever see him.
"Adam," I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What, Jules?" His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth, a stark contrast to the way it used to soften when he looked at me.
Taking a shaky breath, I forced the words out, each one a shard of truth piercing my heart.
No words left unsaid Jules...no words left unsaid
" I need you to know... I've always loved you. From the moment we met, it was like coming home. And I meant every word I said at the altar. 'Til death do us part' - I meant every single moment, every smile, every look, every kiss. Everything. But if you don't want me anymore..." My voice hitched, the lump in my throat making it hard to swallow. "If you want me gone, I'll go. Because I love you that much."
A heavy silence descended, thick and suffocating. This was it. My final plea for our fractured marriage. A second chance, I'm such a masochist. he'd already made his decision, but I just wanted to hear it again. To know that he really did want me gone.
Please, Adam ... Please
"Go," he finally said, the words sharp and cold.
As if someone had ripped the very air from my lungs, my breath caught. My heart shattered into a million pieces, but a strange sense of clarity bloomed in its wake. At least I knew. I wouldn't cling to something that wasn't mine.
"Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Goodbye, Adam. Forever."
Leaving wasn't easy. The twelve-hour drive I'd made in frantic hope and excitement to tell him my good news felt like a lifetime ago. We'd only been married a short while when he was called back to the city for work. He'd promised to quit, to move in with me. I hadn't wanted that; his passion for his job at the museum was as bright as the love in his eyes. that was the only reason I'd told him not to quit. It was the only memory he had of his mother.
Tears streamed down my face as I drove, blurring the cityscape into streaks of light. And it just hit me, what the hell am I going to do now with a baby on the way and my marriage has just ended?
I'm...alone.
Adam's PovI sighed, looking out the window at the rain splashing down on the city. Autumn leaves swirled outside, their vibrant colors reminding me of Jules, my beautiful wife. We'd only been married a month, and she was my everything. I missed her. But I had to tie up a few loose ends in the city before I could make it back to her. It's been two days and I feel like a addict needing his fix.You're in everything I see Jules"Impatient, aren't we?" A smirk played on Henry's lips, and I clenched my fists to control my anger. Henry Shepherd wasn't a friend; he was a farmhand on the run from the law. The nerve of him trying to steal Jules from me! Thankfully, she saw him for what he was, and I won her heart.I fiddled with my gold wedding band, trying to calm my racing heart. I didn't want to strangle Henry right then and there."Get to the point, Henry," I growled. "Spill it, or I'll have to tell the police about your little… sideline hustles." I couldn't resist a smirk as I saw him fl
Jules PovThe red clock on the car dashboard blinked angrily, almost midnight. I pulled the car over on the side of the road, a few miles away from my grandma's farm. Tears welled up in my eyes, making the headlights blurry. I couldn't handle Nana's questions – they would just poke and prod at the fresh wound in my heart.Instead, my body moved on its own, like a machine. I got out of the car and walked towards the big open field in the middle of the farm. It felt like it was calling me, this place where Adam and I first kissed. Back then, everything felt happy and perfect.Now, the silence was deafening, like a heavy blanket wrapped around me. I plopped down on the cool grass, staring at the angry red marks on my arm, leftover from a fight I barely remembered. My stomach, even though it wasn't round yet, felt heavy with a different kind of weight. I was pregnant. There was a baby growing inside me.A laugh, humorless and sad, escaped my lips. "Oh my gosh," I whispered, the words lost
~~~~~~~ ONE YEAR AGO~~~~~Jules PovUgh, another farm day. I stared out the window, watching the dust motes dance in the afternoon sun. Nothing ever happened here, except maybe the occasional cow giving birth (which, frankly, wasn't that exciting after the third time). I yearned to be hunched over my laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as my story unfolded, I love writing. But Nana always insisted I keep her company while she cooked. Most of the time, it was nice. The smell of her apple pie simmering in the oven, mixed with the warm, yeasty scent of bread rising, always made my stomach rumble. And Nana's stories about her wild youth in the city before she settled down on the farm were the best. But lately, her forgetfulness had been acting up more and more. Sometimes, she wouldn't even remember who I was. Thankfully, that wasn't happening today.Suddenly, a loud rumble shattered the afternoon quiet. I whipped around to see a fancy, chrome car pull up by the rickety old cow fenc
Jules' POV“Are you going to just stand there and stare at me?”His voice yanked me back from my shameless staring. Heat crawled up my cheeks. Busted, plain and simple. But come on, the guy was sculpted by the gods themselves. How could you not sneak a peek?"Yeah," I mumbled, twisting a stray strand of hair around my finger as I perched on the worn couch by the barn window. For the first time in forever, I was actually grateful for Grandma's rules"all access rule," I finished lamely, glancing at Adam where he stood unpacking.He chuckled, the sound warm and rich. A hand ruffled his dark, chocolate curls, making them seem even more enticing. "The what?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. It hit me then - he truly had no clue. Didn't even bother skimming the terms and conditions before booking a room in the middle of nowhere Montana?"All access," I explained, deciding to be the bigger person. "Grandma's a people person. Always has been. Loves playing hostess, even more than bakin