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replaced by fury. He was the one tricking me! He didn’t love me. Why would he even want to meet with me? What was his motive?
Putting that aside for the moment, I focused on my current obstacle. Trevor was pulling away from the curb, which gave me about forty minutes, but Amanda was now in the apartment. I couldn’t very well go over there and barge in and demand my stuff back.
My shoulders slumped as I realized my plan had failed. It was unlikely that Trevor would fall for my ploy again. “I guess I’ll just have to forget about my stuff,” I said to Greta. She barked in response.
But as I thought about Trevor and Amanda living in the apartment I had leased, using my things, I felt enraged. I stared at the place where only moments before Trevor and Amanda had embraced. I was hurt that Trevor had moved on so quickly. But if he had moved on, why was he so anxious to see me? What did he want from me? Did he think he was going to take my money again? Or worse yet, did he think he was going to take my baby?
Automatically, my hands went to my abdomen in a gesture of protection. There was no way I would let that happens.
I glanced at my watch. The clock was ticking. Five minutes had passed and I had accomplished nothing. Should I confront Amanda or should I just drive away and forget the whole thing? Uncertain what to do, I looked at Greta. “What should I do, girl?” She just smiled at me with her sweet doggie smile. I reached over and pet her, then looked back toward the apartment.
My hand froze in mid-scratch as I watched Amanda walk across the grass and toward a car parked on the street. She climbed into the driver’s side and a moment later she drove away. I couldn’t believe it - my opportunity had come.
As soon as her car was out of sight, I drove my car forward and parked right in front of the apartment. I considered taking Greta in with me, but didn’t want to take the extra time to undo her seatbelt and then have to strap her back in.
I left my purse in the car and just brought my car key and the key I had kept from the apartment. Locking my car, I raced to the apartment door and inserted the key into the lock. It worked. Grinning in relief, I pushed the door open. Memories assaulted me - both good and bad. Yes, things had gone sour with Trevor at the end, but before that we’d shared good times.
My gaze darted around the room and I saw that the place looked pretty much the same. Amanda, if she was living there, kept the place tidy. Leaving the front door open, I went into the bedroom and then stopped. The bed was unmade and I couldn’t help but wonder if Trevor was sleeping with Amanda. The thought of him with another woman hurt. Even though I’d left him, we were still married. I wondered if that meant anything to him.
Pushing those troubling thoughts aside, I went to the closet and slid open the door. To my surprise, my boxes of Christmas decoration were untouched. I pulled them out and quickly carried them out to my car, placing them in the trunk. I closed the trunk and went back inside.
I looked around to see if there was anything else of mine that I wanted to take. First I searched the bedroom but nothing else of mine was there. I also noticed that none of the clothes in the closet and dresser belonged to a woman. Somehow I felt better in knowing that Trevor appeared to live there alone.
The only other room that might contain items I’d want to take was the kitchen. I had brought a number of kitchen implements, like small appliances and mixing bowls, from Dad’s house after I’d first moved in. Quickly going through the cupboards, it didn’t take long for me to gather the things I wanted to take. Things like my Dad’s toaster, blender and can opener as well as mixing bowls and utensils. I could use those things at my new place in California. And, after all, they were mine. There was no reason I should have to go out and buy new things when I had these.
Glancing at my watch, I knew
Putting that aside for the moment, I focused on my current obstacle. Trevor was pulling away from the curb, which gave me about forty minutes, but Amanda was now in the apartment. I couldn’t very well go over there and barge in and demand my stuff back.
My shoulders slumped as I realized my plan had failed. It was unlikely that Trevor would fall for my ploy again. “I guess I’ll just have to forget about my stuff,” I said to Greta. She barked in response.
But as I thought about Trevor and Amanda living in the apartment I had leased, using my things, I felt enraged. I stared at the place where only moments before Trevor and Amanda had embraced. I was hurt that Trevor had moved on so quickly. But if he had moved on, why was he so anxious to see me? What did he want from me? Did he think he was going to take my money again? Or worse yet, did he think he was going to take my baby?
Automatically, my hands went to my abdomen in a gesture of protection. There was no way I would let that happens.
I glanced at my watch. The clock was ticking. Five minutes had passed and I had accomplished nothing. Should I confront Amanda or should I just drive away and forget the whole thing? Uncertain what to do, I looked at Greta. “What should I do, girl?” She just smiled at me with her sweet doggie smile. I reached over and pet her, then looked back toward the apartment.
My hand froze in mid-scratch as I watched Amanda walk across the grass and toward a car parked on the street. She climbed into the driver’s side and a moment later she drove away. I couldn’t believe it - my opportunity had come.
As soon as her car was out of sight, I drove my car forward and parked right in front of the apartment. I considered taking Greta in with me, but didn’t want to take the extra time to undo her seatbelt and then have to strap her back in.
I left my purse in the car and just brought my car key and the key I had kept from the apartment. Locking my car, I raced to the apartment door and inserted the key into the lock. It worked. Grinning in relief, I pushed the door open. Memories assaulted me - both good and bad. Yes, things had gone sour with Trevor at the end, but before that we’d shared good times.
My gaze darted around the room and I saw that the place looked pretty much the same. Amanda, if she was living there, kept the place tidy. Leaving the front door open, I went into the bedroom and then stopped. The bed was unmade and I couldn’t help but wonder if Trevor was sleeping with Amanda. The thought of him with another woman hurt. Even though I’d left him, we were still married. I wondered if that meant anything to him.
Pushing those troubling thoughts aside, I went to the closet and slid open the door. To my surprise, my boxes of Christmas decoration were untouched. I pulled them out and quickly carried them out to my car, placing them in the trunk. I closed the trunk and went back inside.
I looked around to see if there was anything else of mine that I wanted to take. First I searched the bedroom but nothing else of mine was there. I also noticed that none of the clothes in the closet and dresser belonged to a woman. Somehow I felt better in knowing that Trevor appeared to live there alone.
The only other room that might contain items I’d want to take was the kitchen. I had brought a number of kitchen implements, like small appliances and mixing bowls, from Dad’s house after I’d first moved in. Quickly going through the cupboards, it didn’t take long for me to gather the things I wanted to take. Things like my Dad’s toaster, blender and can opener as well as mixing bowls and utensils. I could use those things at my new place in California. And, after all, they were mine. There was no reason I should have to go out and buy new things when I had these.
Glancing at my watch, I knew
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