From the Embers by Aly Martinez EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Aly Martinez
- Language: English
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“Hey,” I breathed, catching Jessica’s arm as she tiptoed out of the nursery.
“Stop, Eason. I’m not in the mood.”
She was never in the mood. And not the kind of mood that happened in
the bedroom. Though, coincidentally, she was never up for that, either.
I gave her arm a warm squeeze. “Come on. You have to talk to me.”
“No, I don’t!” she yelled, spinning around to face me.
Bracing for war—and defeat—I silently shut the door to our daughter’s
bedroom. “Quiet or you’ll wake her.”
“You don’t have to remind me of that. I was the one who got her to sleep
in the first place while you were out in the garage, pretending to be Billy Joel
on that fucking piano.”
Yep. She was absolutely right. Though, I was actually trying to be Eason
Maxwell and force lyrical blood from my fingertips in order to string together
a damn chorus that would allow me to keep our home out of foreclosure.
“There is no winning here, Jess. If I spend all day trying to create even
the biggest pile-of-shit song that I can sell to keep us afloat for another few
months, you hate me for working all the time. If I stop everything to help you
with the baby, we lose the house and you hate me. What am I supposed to
Her eyes flashed wide, her dark eyebrows jumping up her forehead. After
three years of marriage, I had enough experience to know whatever was
about to come out of her mouth was going to be the God’s honest truth as she
saw it. I also knew it was going to hurt like hell.
“You’re supposed to be able to support your family!”
Willing my temper into check, I closed my eyes and focused on the
sounds of her heaving breaths—broken and rasping just like our marriage.
“At what point is trying not good enough anymore?”
My eyes popped open as I read between the lines. That wasn’t just a stab
at my career. That blow was as much about our marriage as my employment
Gritting my teeth, I warned, “Don’t say something you can’t take back.”
We’d vowed never to use divorce as a threat, and for the most part, we’d
done a pretty damn good job. But in the six months since Luna had been
born, the big D-word had hung on her lips almost daily. It gutted me each and
every time, but I’d been walking on eggshells around her for so long I didn’t
know how to do anything else.
Tears sparkled in her blue eyes. “You promised me, Eason. You swore to
me the day we saw those two little pink lines on the pregnancy test. You
know how I grew up and you vowed to me our baby wouldn’t have to do the
All of this was true.
But while I’d been struggling to give her all the things I’d dreamed about
when she’d walked down the aisle with a lace vail covering a huge smile, the
life we currently had was a far cry from the dilapidated farmhouse she’d
grown up in.
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