of life. The women were interchangeable and most didn’t last long enough to make an impression. He could barely remember their personalities, and even their physical traits blurred together at times.
In all the years since the divorce, he’d never known Jenna to date anyone seriously. At least not seriously enough to introduce to the boys. He didn’t love her anymore, but she was the mother of his children, a link that made him curious about her new beau.
“Who is he? Do I know him?”
“Do you remember Dale Armstrong? He attended our wedding. We’ve always been friends, but he and I started dating recently, after he and his wife divorced.”
He vaguely remembered meeting Dale, but the memory was a fuzzy one.
“You don’t even care, do you?” Jenna asked. His lack of response had made her angry.
Jay rubbed his forehead. He’d better diffuse the situation right away or she’d have a meltdown. “I want you to be happy. You moving on doesn’t affect me, except I want Dale to treat my sons with care and respect. As long as he doesn’t mistreat them, I’ll be fine.”
“He won’t.”
“Then we should be fine.”
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
He flipped through the pages of the next contract he had to sign. “Well, I have to—”
“Do you ever wonder if things could have been different between us?” Jenna asked.
Jay pinched his nose. He didn’t want to go there. Rather than answer truthfully, he asked, “Different how?”
“I don’t know. Just…different. You know, if you could have loved me the way that I loved you.” She laughed hollowly. “Maybe we could have been happy and still married. Our lives would have certainly been different. A lot of things would have been different. But of course, you can’t make someone love you. Not any more than you can stop loving someone, can you?” That was a loaded question for sure.
“You enjoy blaming the collapse of our marriage on me, but you’re the one who gave up,” he reminded her. “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me touch you. You’re the one who left.”
“Why would I let you touch me?” Jenna asked, in a quietly bitter voice. “When you were thinking of someone else?”
“There was no one else,” he grated. “Saying it doesn’t make it true. I was faithful to you during our marriage. You gave up.”
“I gave up because I accepted that even though I was your wife and I had given you sons, and you were physically faithful, emotionally you were cheating on me. You didn’t love me. You didn’t have any passion for me. I was a—a substitute for the person you really wanted.”
His neck muscles tightened under the effort to remain calm. “This is a ridiculous conversation. Did you call to rehash the same old arguments again?”
“You’ve never denied it!” Jenna screeched. “Not once have you ever denied your heart was elsewhere. Not once have you ever said that you loved me.”
“I loved you. You know I loved you.”
“But you weren’t in love with me. Who was she, Jay?”
He lowered his voice and spoke between clenched teeth. “If you’re so certain there was someone else, why am I still alone?”
“I can’t answer that question. By choice, maybe. Although you sleep around plenty, so your bed is never empty.”
He’d much rather wake up next to the same woman every day, but he’d grown accustomed to seeking comfort in the arms of different women. Thanks to her, his ego had taken a bruising during their short marriage, and she damn well knew it.
“I have to get back to work.” Cutting the conversation short was the best tactic and one he often employed to handle her. Otherwise, they’d end up in a shouting match.
“Yes, get back to work, Jacopo. Don’t let me keep you from your precious job, which is so much more important than our boring conversation.” She slammed down the phone and he winced from the explosive sound.
Jay placed the receiver in the cradle and stifled the urge to yell
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