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for Pop Star and Wife.’ It’s worse that way.”
    His expression dropped quicker than anything I’d seen before. “I thought you were going to believe me Layla? Please don’t tell me we’re back at square one again.”
    “We’re not at one. But Nick I want you to really think about this before you make any decisions. Because it doesn’t affect me one bit. But you have a career to think about. And a lot of people depend on you. So maybe you should weigh the consequences before deciding.”
    He shook his head. “I don’t care about all that. Not the fans, not the career. I’ve had a great career. It’s not like I’ll die wondering what it would have been like to make it big. I know what that’s like. Now I want to know what it’s like to be a husband. A real husband to you, Layla.”
    My heart flipped. God I was such a bitch to him. A whole year. And I was missing out on this. “Nick you’re lying to yourself. I’m not asking you to give up anything for me. So don’t. Stay exactly who you are. You love your job and you’re good at it.”
    Nick took my hand in his. “Let’s get away. Just you and me. Get away from all the bullshit. And we’ll make the decision together.”
    “You mean like go on vacation?”
    “Well yeah, since we technically never had a honeymoon.”
    Technically, no. We didn’t leave the country and travel somewhere far and exotic for a couple weeks to celebrate being married. Instead we never left the bed. Who needed far and exotic when we had close and erotic?
    “I think it’ll help calm us down. We’ve never actually lived together this long before.”
    Maybe he was right. All signs indicated he was making an effort, and after all the bitching I’d done wasn’t it about time I gave him an ounce of the respect I was asking of him, and a bit of trust? I nodded my head. “Okay. When do you want to leave?”

Chapter Nine
     
    My blood was boiling underneath the cover of my skin. I was swelling with hatred. Hatred for Nick. Hatred for myself. Hatred for that bitch Missy Page. And hatred for the woman I didn’t know that had now embedded herself right in the middle of me and my husband. I knew this would happen. I even told him it would happen. Fucking bastard.
    “What are you reading?” Nick asked me as he set his luggage down in the foyer.
    “A blog.” I looked at him gravely. You bastard.
    “What’s Missy Page doing to rattle your cage this time?” Yeah, joke and laugh it off now.
    “Take a look.” I turned the laptop around and watched his eyes narrow. His eyebrows caved in. His lips tightened into a thin line.
    “Somehow I don’t think she’s lying this time. So let me guess. The blonde I caught you in bed with? Or is it another girl whose name you can’t remember?”
    “This is impossible.” He looked about as outraged as I felt.
    “Actually Nick, it’s not. I told you this would happen. I told you that you should be more concerned with knocking up one of your one-night-stand tramps than knocking up me. And look! Layla’s hit the mark again.”
    Nick looked up at me with that same expression. “This has got to be bullshit.”
    “Read it again Nick!”
    “Well she lied about you being pregnant. She could be lying about this, too.”
    “Don’t you dare try and blame this on that bitch. This is your fault. Yours alone, baby. So how does it feel?”
    “How the hell does what feel?” He was so angry. Good.
    “According to the Internet you’ve got two buns in two ovens. Of course we already know that one of them is a fabricated lie.”
    “I’m going to call my lawyer.”
    “And what? What are you going to say Nick?” I dropped the rest of my bags on the ground and looked at them scornfully. “We’re supposed to be going on vacation today.” I scoffed and shook my head at him. “I cannot believe we are at this point. I’m just... astounded. Yet at the same time I’m hardly surprised.”
    “Layla,” he started to protest.
    “Shut up Nick.