He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Brennan’s POV

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At last, the final appointment was done. I sanitized the machines, rinsed the day off in the

locker–room shower, and changed into a t–shirt and sweats before locking the gym behind

1. me.

All I wanted was Scar.

The call with her earlier had sat in my chest like a stone. She thought the thing with Sloane went beyond a kiss. I exhaled hard. A kiss–yeah, except it hadn’t been innocent. I’d had Sloane pressed up against me, grinding into her, half out of my mind and seriously considering going further.

If Scar had been wrapped around some guy the way Sloane had been wrapped around me,

I would have gone feral.

So I forced myself to look at it from Scar’s side. She wasn’t wrong. If she spent that much

time alone with another man, I would hate it.

Sloane had to stop. No more training her, no more being her crutch. She could find someone else or figure it out herself.

And still–no matter how pissed I was–I wasn’t going to abandon her. She was young. She

needed someone solid in her life.

Maybe Scar could be that person.

When I pulled into the driveway, Sloane and Eve were outside, dragging rakes through the

leaves.

Wasn’t Eve supposed to be taking it easy?

“Why is she out here working? She’s been sick,” I said, staring at Sloane.

Sloane didn’t even pause. “She told me she’s feeling better. Fresh air seemed like a good idea.” She lifted something toward me. “Oh–here.”

My keys.

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I frowned as I took them. “Why do you have my house keys?”

“Scar handed them to me.”

My stomach tightened. “Why would she do that?”

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Sloane shrugged. “I don’t know. She locked the door, passed me the keys, and left. She had

bags. Maybe she’s going to see someone?”

“She would’ve said something,” I muttered.

Sloane went back to raking like that didn’t just rip the ground out from under me.

I hugged Eve, then headed inside and turned the lock.

The air in the house felt wrong. Quiet in a way that wasn’t normal quiet–more like

aftermath.

I dropped my gym bag and walked room to room, scanning for… I didn’t even know what. Nothing looked flipped or broken. Downstairs was neat. Upstairs too. Laundry room. Guest

room.

Then my bedroom.

At first glance it looked fine, but the bathroom hit me like a punch: Scar’s things were gone. No toothbrush. No hair products. No little clutter she always left behind.

My pulse spiked.

I yanked open the closet.

Most of her clothes had disappeared. A chunk of her shoes were missing too.

“No,” I whispered, already dizzy.

When I turned back toward the bed, something white on the duvet caught my eye- paperwork, laid out neatly.

And her wedding ring.

My throat went tight as I snatched up the pages.

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Divorce papers.

The signature at the bottom was hers.

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I skimmed in a blur: she wasn’t asking for anything beyond what she’d already taken–half

of our joint account. The house was left to me.

A small note sat on top.

Wedding present for Brennan and Sloane.

My vision tunneled.

How had she even managed this? When did she-

I fumbled my phone out and called her. By the second ring tears were already sliding down my face.

“Pick up,” I choked out, then it turned into rage. “Answer the fucking phone, Scar!”

The line clicked and hope surged–then her voicemail greeting played and the hope turned

to ash.

I hung up and immediately called again.

And again.

For two hours I kept doing it. I left messages begging her to come back, to talk to me, to let me explain. I sent text after text until my thumbs cramped.

Nothing.

She hadn’t even opened them.

My hands shook when I called my mom.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, bright and casual, like the world wasn’t caving in.

“Mom,” I rasped. “She’s gone. Scar left me. She filed for divorce.”

Silence.

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I glanced at the screen, half sure the call had dropped. It hadn’t.

“Mom?”

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Her voice came back colder. “What did you think would happen, Brennan? You ignored her

and carried on with another woman for six months.”

“I didn’t!” I snapped. “I never slept with Sloane. I never even-” My mouth kept moving and then I realized what I was about to admit. “I never even kissed her or hugged her until…”

“Until what?” My mother sounded like she was gripping the edge of her temper.

“Until today,” I said, the words scraping my throat. “Scar saw Sloane in my arms on her

porch.”

“Brennan!” My mother’s voice jumped. “Are you fucking serious?”

I flinched. She never swore.

“It was a mistake.”

“You’re damn right. And now you’re paying for it.

A knock hit the front door.

My heart lurched.

Scar.

It had to be Scar.

“Mom, I have to go.”

“You fix it,” she warned.

“I know. I love you.”

”

I ended the call and bolted down the stairs, yanking the door open so hard it banged the

wall.

It wasn’t Scar.

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It was Sloane.

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“What do you want?” The words came out sharp, uglier than I meant–but I couldn’t soften

them.

Her eyes flicked over me. “I… I just wanted to check on you.”

“Well I’m not okay,” I shouted. “My wife walked out. She had divorce papers ready!”