Learning to Forgive Read Free

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her.
    The
phone rang, pulling him out of his thoughts. He picked it up and heard Luke on
the other end.
    “Hello,”
he said.
    “Hi, David. Where’s
Mom?” Luke asked.
    “I’m
your father, Luke. Please start using my title.” Luke and John had stopped
calling him father since they’d become teenagers. His two sons by Molly and
Trent, his youngest from his first marriage, couldn’t stand the sight of
him.  
    “Whatever.
Is Mom there? Have you signed the papers?”
    “What?”
David asked.
    “We
know Mom was going to ask you for a divorce. We wanted to know if you were
going to be a good person for once and let her go or if you were going to be a
hard-ass.”
    “You
convinced your mother to divorce me?” David said, yelling into the phone.
    “Let’s
face it, David. You don’t love her.
You never have. Let her go, and at last let her find someone who could love
her.”
    “I
don’t want to hear you talking to your mother about a divorce. This is none of
your business. Do you understand?”
    Before
he gave his son time to respond, he slammed the phone down with a growl. Where
had he gone wrong? Blaze was going through his own divorce. Christopher spent
most of his time matchmaking other couples. Trent was doing whatever it was he
did, and the other two boys were conspiring to take his wife away.
    No,
he wouldn’t let them take the only woman he’d ever felt so much passion towards
away from him. He loved her too damn much.
    She doesn’t believe you.
    I don’t care. I’m going to show her
how much I love her.
    ****
    Molly
couldn’t stop the tears. She wiped the tissue under her eyes as another wave of
tears began to fall. It felt like she’d been crying for most of her adult life.
Being with David hadn’t been a walk in the park. He spent a great deal of time
moody and depressed.
    She
sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the wedding photo. David looked
miserable while she looked petrified. She’d been pregnant with Luke at the
time. Their wedding had been a rushed affair. The media at the time had soaked
up the story of the rushed shot-gun style wedding. The shame she’d felt every
time a camera flashed in her face had spoilt any chance of her enjoying her
pregnancy. There had been a short time before she’d told David about being
pregnant where she’d considered getting rid of it.
    Twenty-five
years ago had been different. Having a baby out of wedlock would have made the whole
society scorn her for her loose ways. How times had changed. Now, she’d be
considered successful or something. She hated thinking about the past. However,
getting older and contemplating spending the next twenty-five years with a man
who still loved the ghost of his first wife, had made her react.
    Divorce
wasn’t her first choice. She loved David so much. The pain he’d caused was
worth it, if she got to be with him. How pathetic was that? It had taken her
two youngest children to convince her to divorce him.
    Molly
wiped her nose then stood up. She needed a drink. There was no sound from
downstairs as she walked through to his study. She went straight for the
decanter and poured herself a generous shot of brandy. The bitter taste was
what she needed to be able to focus on her problem.
    “I’ve
turned you to drink?” David asked. He was leaning against the door-frame. He’d
aged well. His hair showed a few grey lines. She knew his body was still well
defined with a few age lines. They were both healthy and spent a great deal of
time caring about their health. She was checked every three months at David’s
insistence. Molly had demanded he do the same health checks at the same time.
    “I
need it,” she said, turning her back to him. After all this time, he made her
heart race and her pussy melt with need for him. Age hadn’t taken away their
need for each other. She wanted him more and more while her heart begged her to
leave. It was a horrible situation to be in.
    She
felt him move close. His hands