Rekindle The Flames (The Men of CLE-FD Book 4) by Toye Lawson Brown Page B
Authors: Toye Lawson Brown
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child. She suffered in silence so he wouldn’t have a mental
breakdown.
He sat on the edge of the bed running his hands through
his hair. She wasn’t childish or immature after all. Her fears about his job
were valid because she knew they were expecting a baby and she wanted him
around. The cell phone on the table rang. He looked at it not wanting to talk
to anyone. He needed time to absorb these new developments. It stopped
ringing long enough to start again. He picked it up and saw it was Iona. The
cat was out of the bag now. If she was calling to tell Megan’s secret, it was
too late.
Ryan let the phone ring two more times before he answered.
“What can I do for you, Iona?” His voice was dry and lifeless.
“Hello to you, Ryan.”
“You can cut the cheerful banter. What the hell do you
want?”
“That is a terrible way to speak to your mother-in-law but
since you insist I get to the reason for the call, I will. I have the divorce
papers that I want you to sign. You can read them over, but I think you’ll
find everything fair. You get to keep your house and money. Just give Megan
her freedom.”
Ryan put the phone on speaker and hit the record button.
He wanted to have this on tape for future references. “Iona, those divorce
papers you drafted, can go you know where. Look, I know she told you to butt
out our marriage, but you can’t do it. I need you to explain to me why don’t
you want Megan happy?”
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do for her. I want her
to be very happy.”
“That’s a fucking joke. You want to live your life
through your daughter. You’re a bitter ass woman that isn’t happy unless
everyone else is miserable.”
“Ryan, words don’t hurt me. Say what you like about me if
that means you’ll get out of my daughter’s life for good. Now back to the
divorce.”
“Shove it up your ass, Iona. I’m not signing any divorce
papers you draft or your lapdog Emin drafts. Megan is my wife and my
responsibility. We’re not getting divorced and that’s final.”
“You’re a stupid man. How much do you make a year? 30 to
40 thousand? She has an opportunity to marry a billionaire you’re blocking
that.”
“No, you’re blocking her from happiness. Megan isn’t
about wealth. She doesn’t want that asshole and I’m not stepping aside to let
him, or anyone else for that matter, have her. Iona, don’t call me again with
this shit!” He spat into the phone.
“This isn’t over, Ryan. I always get what I want and I
will get this.”
“Fucking bitch,” he yelled. Ryan hung up the phone. He
needed something to destroy. He threw the alarm clock sitting on the table
across the room as hard as he could. It shattered into pieces.
Ryan’s angry tantrum was interrupted by a knocking on the
front door. He left the bedroom. His footsteps were nearly stomps as he walked
heavily. Opening the door, his neighbor was standing there with a picnic
basket.
“Lolita, what can I do for you?”
“Ryan, hi. I made way too much food for just me and
thought I’d bring dinner over.”
He looked at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 8:00 and
Megan wasn’t back yet. “Oh, that was nice of you but Megan isn’t here right
now.”
Her shoulder slumped. “Oh, did she leave again? I saw her
earlier at the library with a man. I prayed that wasn’t an attorney. I know
what you’re going through, Ryan; divorce is hell. Thank God you don’t have
kids to drag through this.”
Ryan frowned. “What man are you talking about?”
She switched the handle of the picnic basket to her other
arm. Lolita lived next door to Ryan and he knew her before he married Megan.
Her son was an infant at the time Mike moved out. Ryan would help her with
yard work and would take her garbage cans to the curb on garbage day. But once
he married Megan that stopped. Megan felt Lolita was attracted to him and
didn’t like him
breakdown.
He sat on the edge of the bed running his hands through
his hair. She wasn’t childish or immature after all. Her fears about his job
were valid because she knew they were expecting a baby and she wanted him
around. The cell phone on the table rang. He looked at it not wanting to talk
to anyone. He needed time to absorb these new developments. It stopped
ringing long enough to start again. He picked it up and saw it was Iona. The
cat was out of the bag now. If she was calling to tell Megan’s secret, it was
too late.
Ryan let the phone ring two more times before he answered.
“What can I do for you, Iona?” His voice was dry and lifeless.
“Hello to you, Ryan.”
“You can cut the cheerful banter. What the hell do you
want?”
“That is a terrible way to speak to your mother-in-law but
since you insist I get to the reason for the call, I will. I have the divorce
papers that I want you to sign. You can read them over, but I think you’ll
find everything fair. You get to keep your house and money. Just give Megan
her freedom.”
Ryan put the phone on speaker and hit the record button.
He wanted to have this on tape for future references. “Iona, those divorce
papers you drafted, can go you know where. Look, I know she told you to butt
out our marriage, but you can’t do it. I need you to explain to me why don’t
you want Megan happy?”
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do for her. I want her
to be very happy.”
“That’s a fucking joke. You want to live your life
through your daughter. You’re a bitter ass woman that isn’t happy unless
everyone else is miserable.”
“Ryan, words don’t hurt me. Say what you like about me if
that means you’ll get out of my daughter’s life for good. Now back to the
divorce.”
“Shove it up your ass, Iona. I’m not signing any divorce
papers you draft or your lapdog Emin drafts. Megan is my wife and my
responsibility. We’re not getting divorced and that’s final.”
“You’re a stupid man. How much do you make a year? 30 to
40 thousand? She has an opportunity to marry a billionaire you’re blocking
that.”
“No, you’re blocking her from happiness. Megan isn’t
about wealth. She doesn’t want that asshole and I’m not stepping aside to let
him, or anyone else for that matter, have her. Iona, don’t call me again with
this shit!” He spat into the phone.
“This isn’t over, Ryan. I always get what I want and I
will get this.”
“Fucking bitch,” he yelled. Ryan hung up the phone. He
needed something to destroy. He threw the alarm clock sitting on the table
across the room as hard as he could. It shattered into pieces.
Ryan’s angry tantrum was interrupted by a knocking on the
front door. He left the bedroom. His footsteps were nearly stomps as he walked
heavily. Opening the door, his neighbor was standing there with a picnic
basket.
“Lolita, what can I do for you?”
“Ryan, hi. I made way too much food for just me and
thought I’d bring dinner over.”
He looked at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 8:00 and
Megan wasn’t back yet. “Oh, that was nice of you but Megan isn’t here right
now.”
Her shoulder slumped. “Oh, did she leave again? I saw her
earlier at the library with a man. I prayed that wasn’t an attorney. I know
what you’re going through, Ryan; divorce is hell. Thank God you don’t have
kids to drag through this.”
Ryan frowned. “What man are you talking about?”
She switched the handle of the picnic basket to her other
arm. Lolita lived next door to Ryan and he knew her before he married Megan.
Her son was an infant at the time Mike moved out. Ryan would help her with
yard work and would take her garbage cans to the curb on garbage day. But once
he married Megan that stopped. Megan felt Lolita was attracted to him and
didn’t like him
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