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were coming home…”
she whispered. She had a bit of hope in her eyes, hope that I would give her
the hug she was desperately in need of, hope that I would forgive her, and hope
that I would come home.
    What home? I thought to myself. I hadn’t had a home
in quite some time and didn’t want Iris to get the wrong idea. “I said I was
coming to drop off the key and pick up my mail. That’s all.”
    Her hand reached out and grabbed my wrist. I raised an
eyebrow, “You don’t want to do that, Iris.” She let go instantly. Looking down
the street, I saw a few people with cameras snapping away at me. First, I was
shocked. That was until I looked up to see Iris and realized how gorgeous she
was. Even more beautiful than normal. High heels on to answer the door and not
a hair out of place. “You called the paparazzi?” I questioned.
    She glanced in their direction and back to me, whispering
between her teeth. “If you come inside, we can talk. They’ll get their pictures
and we can figure out where to go from here. You’ve been all over the tabloids
since your…” She cleared her throat. “Since your vacation .”
    “Unbelievable.” Stunned. I was fucking stunned by the
actions of my twisted wife. “I’m done, Iris.”
    I turned, choosing to walk in the opposite direction of the
paparazzi, leaving a desperate woman standing there. The last thing I heard was
her voice hollering down the street, towards me I assumed. “Okay! Love you.”
    How did we get so messed up? I swore there was a time when
we were happy, but that was a long fucking time ago.
     
     

     
     
    IRIS WALKED INTO the living room
wearing a tank top and panties. I smirked as I sat editing pictures from a
photo shoot over in Paris. “Let’s go to bed.” She offered. I kept working; I
had to get the edits to the magazine by the end of the week. She walked over to
me, sliding between the desk and I. Wrapping her legs around my body, she
rubbed her face against me. “Bed. Please?”
    “I’m almost done…” I explained as I tried to peek around
her sexy body pressed against mine.
    Her hands rose to the air and her eyes lit up. I stopped
peeking around her and allowed myself to take in the beauty of my wife. My
hands lifted her tank top off and I rested my head against her stunning body,
delivering her a few kisses.
    “Bed?” I offered and she laughed lightly.
     As I lifted her up, she snuggled her head into my
shoulder and kissed my neck. “I’m pregnant.” My walking came to a halt, and she
looked me in the eyes. “We’re pregnant.” She didn’t cry, but she was happy. I
could see it in her face, and she could probably see the joy in mine. We had
tried so fucking hard for so long and we were officially pregnant.
    I covered her lips with mine as we continued onto the
bedroom to celebrate our new beginnings.
     
     

     
     
    I COULDN’T HELP but roll my eyes
behind my sunglasses as I strolled down the streets of Manhattan with Kyle, my
manager and best friend. He was rambling off nonstop about something or other,
but I wasn’t really in the mindset of listening to him. As we walked past a
newsstand I cringed, seeing my and Iris’s photo plastered on the cover. Most of
the time, the headlines were extra insane. Total bullshit. But this time, some
read ‘divorce,’ ‘mental health clinic,’ and ‘cheating scandal.’ They were spot
on. Then again, whenever some famous couple had a fight, it was a divorce and
cheating scandal with a sprinkle of crazy. So Kyle informed me to lay low and
ignore it all.
    It was tough to ignore it as the paparazzi scooted down the
streets of New York with us, hardly giving us enough room to breathe. I was
tired of all of this shit. Pulling my baseball cap lower, I cussed under my
breath and continued walking.
    “I told you not to go see her,” Kyle scolded me. I informed
him of the mail exchange between Iris and me, and let’s just say he was less
than pleased. “I mean, seriously. If this is