rented a house. He moved out of the hotel and into that house without talking to me first.” She spun back to Jordan. “Hardly surprising, considering you moved out of our home without saying a word.”
She faked a smile. “Oh, wait. You texted me, so I guess that counts as words, just not the spoken kind.”
Jordan glared at her. “We’ve talked about this. Why do we have to discuss it again and again?”
“Why not? We’re discussing what bugs you again and again. So hey, let’s make it my turn. You promised you wouldn’t text anything important. You complain you’re last in my life, but here’s a news flash, you’re not doing anything to make me want to put you first. You’ve always done exactly what you wanted when you wanted, everyone else be damned.”
She scooted to the edge of her chair. “As for my inheritance, I’m not going to apologize for the fact that my mother came from money, or that she left me a trust fund. You knew it when we started dating and you knew it when we got married, so don’t you dare complain about it now. I’m sorry if the fact that I earn more than you at my job makes you feel like less of a man, but you need to learn to deal with it because I’m not quitting.”
She drew in a breath. “I don’t know what you want. Should I give up my inheritance? Sell the house? Would that make you happy? Do you want me to stop working? Because if any of that is true, it seems to me the only way to make you happy is to be smaller than I am and I won’t do that. I’m willing to meet you halfway, but I’m not willing to subjugate myself to some antiquated notion you have about what I should be. So tell me, Jordan, what exactly will it take to make you happy?”
He looked away. “I hate it when you’re a bitch.”
“Jordan, that’s not helpful,” Dr. Braxton admonished. “I request that you speak respectfully in these sessions. Is Daisy right? Are you uncomfortable with her inheritance and her job?”
“It’s not about that.”
“Then what is it about?” Dr. Braxton pressed.
Daisy waited, hoping that maybe this time she would get some actual information.
“Daisy’s already done with us. She’s going through the motions so when she asks for a divorce, she’s not the bad guy.”
The blunt statement stunned her nearly as much as Joanne’s hits had, all those years ago. Daisy stared at her husband in disbelief.
“How can you say that? I’ve never even hinted I want a divorce. I want this to work. I’m here because I want things to work.” She felt tears burn in her eyes. “Jordan, no!”
“It’s true,” he told her. “You’re not in love with me anymore.”
Dr. Braxton looked between them both. “How long have you felt this way, Jordan?”
He stared at the carpeted floor. “A while.”
Daisy fought her tears. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“What do you think I’ve been talking about all this time? You don’t care about me, Daisy.” He turned to Dr. Braxton. “I’ve been asking her to go away with me for the last eighteen months. Just the two of us for a long weekend. She always says she can’t get away. Last week she flew off to Miami with her stepsister. It was a last-minute thing. Three days at the Four Seasons.” He glared at Daisy. “You don’t even like Sage!”
“I do. We’re sisters.”
“That’s new.”
Guilt flared, making her feel defensive. She told herself to focus on the topic at hand. Jordan was right—he had wanted them to go away and she’d resisted. She’d claimed to be too busy, or that she couldn’t leave the kids, yet she’d taken a trip with Sage.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I understand why you’re upset about my trip to Miami. It wasn’t for fun,” she added quickly. “Cassidy needed us to close up her apartment.” Which was kind of true and kind of not.
“That took three days?” His gaze locked with her. “All I wanted was to be the man in your life, Daisy. Nothing more. But I was never enough.”
They stared at each other. She felt herself flushing and struggled to figure out what to say. After a few minutes of silence, Jordan rose.
“I don’t need this shit,” he announced before walking toward the door. “Go to hell.”
The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the silence of the room. Daisy pressed a hand to