Jordan (Season Two: The Ninth Inning #5) Read Free

divorce.”
    “I can see this is going to be a lot of fun.” Mr. Armstrong almost seems to roll his eyes.
    “Excuse me, isn’t it your job to make this move more smoothly?” He’s beginning to piss me off.
    “Yes. However, it makes my job a lot harder when there isn’t a starting point.” Now, he glares at me.
    “Fine,” I state clearly. “I’ll make a starting point. I don’t want the house here in Memphis.”
    “Mr. Johnson?” Mr. Armstrong looks over at him.
    “I’ll probably end up selling it if we follow through with this.”
    Jordan knows we’re going through this and he’s in denial if he thinks otherwise.
    “Mrs. Johnson, do you want any of the profits from the sale?” Mr. Armstrong turns back to me.
    “No. Jordan can keep the money.” It wasn’t home to me anyway.
    “Okay. We can check the house off the list. Now, you have a vacation home in South Carolina. What do we want done with this?” He looks between Jordan and me.
    I secretly wish I could keep it. It’s not too far from my family and it’s beautiful, but I don’t know if Jordan will let me have it.
    “We can sell it,” I answer, trying not to get emotional about it.
    “Mr. Johnson?” Mr. Armstrong waits for Jordan to answer.
    Jordan’s staring at me, and I’m not sure if he’s angry or hurt. I’m guessing a bit of both. “I don’t want it and if she doesn’t want anything from the house here, she can have the money from that one if she wants to sell it.” He shakes his head. “I can’t believe we’re even doing this.”
    “Jordan, we have to do this responsibly. We can’t divorce and not separate our stuff. We’ve been married for five years. We have a lot to talk about,” I try to reason with him.
    “Yeah, about how to make it work, not how we’re going to divide what we own.”
    “Let’s not do this. It’s not going to work out.” I’m firm in my words.
    Jordan stands. “I’m not doing this. I’ve given you everything , Heidi. I can’t give you this too.” He starts to walk out.
    “Mr. Johnson, why don’t we stop for today, and we can pick up next week?” Suddenly, Mr. Armstrong sounds reasonable. “Mrs. Johnson, are you okay with that?”
    “Yes. I’m fine with it.” There’s the word again. Fine .
    “Schedule another appointment if you want, I won’t be here for it.”
    “You do realize Mrs. Johnson can take half of everything from you without much fight from the justice system?” Mr. Armstrong points out to him.
    “I don’t care. She is all I want.”
    “Jordan, please,” I plead with him. “Don’t make this harder on either of us. I don’t want to fight with you. We can come back next week.”
    “That’s your problem, Heidi! You don’t want to fight! Not for us, not for me, and not for you. I’m not changing my mind!” He raises his voice and stares at me with a hard glare. It’s hurt he’s trying to hide. I’m hurting him.
    “Jordan, if you really love me the way you keep proclaiming, then you know this is what I need right now. I need this, Jordan, and I need you to be onboard with me too. I can’t do it alone.” My voice cracks and I’m almost in tears. I want this to be quick for both of us.
    “What you need is a divorce from me?” His voice is now softer and there’s so much pain laced in the words.
    “Yes. Yes, I do.”
    Jordan’s eyes are still connected to mine. He’s thinking hard of a way to argue with me, but I know he’ll see it my way. “Okay, fine,” he answers.
    “All right,” Mr. Armstrong finally speaks up. “Mr. Johnson, considering your schedule is not as flexible, are you able to come back on Tuesday?”
    “Sure.”
    “I’ll see you both on Tuesday morning then,” Mr. Armstrong dismisses us.
    Jordan jerks the door open and rushes out. I thank Mr. Armstrong, grab my purse, and follow Jordan out the door. I want us to end on good terms. He’s almost to his car when I yell out for him.
    “Jordan, hang on!” I don’t know what