The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 343

A Different Kind of Man 

MARY’S POV: 

The car pulled into my driveway, and the engine died, and for a long moment, neither of us moved. 

I sat in the passenger seat with my hands folded in my lap, staring at the dark windows of my house. The porch light was on, I had left it on, the morning that felt like a lifetime ago, before the strangers came and the cell and the fists. 

Marl’s coat was still wrapped around my shoulders. I had forgotten I was wearing it. The fabric was heavy and warm, smelling of cedar and something clean and sharp, like winter air. It felt strange to be wearing a stranger’s clothes. But then again, everything about tonight felt strange. 

“I thought you were Alistair’s friend,” I said. 

My voice came out hoarse, scraped raw from crying and screaming and the cold air of the parking lot. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud. The words just came, the way words do when you’re too tired to filter them. 

Marl turned his head to look at me. The dashboard lights cast shadows across his face, sharpening his jaw and deepening the hollows beneath his eyes. 

“I am,” he said. “That doesn’t stop him from being a jerk sometimes.” 

A jerk. 

Such a small word for what Alistair had done. Such a small word for the cell, for the gang members, for the voice on the speaker telling me to reflect on my mistakes. But I didn’t have the energy to argue. I didn’t have the energy to do anything except sit here and breathe and try not to fall apart. 

Marl glanced at me, then looked away, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. 

“Besides, sticking around him won’t change anything. He’s not going to give up Vesper for you.” 

The words landed in my chest like stones dropped into deep water. I had known this but hearing it out loud- hearing it from someone who knew Alistair, who had watched him chase Vesper for years-made it real in a way that my suspicions never had. 

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