Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Until Cece - Happily Ever Alpha World |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | K.D. Robichaux |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B08W1YRPR5 |
| Book Information: | |
“Never lose yourself while trying to hold on to someone who doesn’t care about losing you.” Advice I heard over the years while acquaintances had gone through breakups and divorce, but I never thought I’d one day be applying it to myself. The past decade spent being the perfect stay-at-home mom and doting housewife, I never pictured my husband coming home from work one night and admitting to having an affair. But without him and my place at home, who am I? With no college or work experience to speak of, what will I do? Step One: Call in reinforcements—my sister Mia. Step Two: Find a job to support me and my three little girls. Step Three: Start finding myself again. “The fastest way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” More advice I side-eyed over the years. My ex is the only man I’ve ever been with. The thought of being with someone else is both terrifying and… exciting. But that man should most definitely, a hundred percent certainly not be my savior, my real-life hero, my boss who took a chance on me at my all-time low. Rebounds are bad news. Everyone knows that. But Winston doesn’t feel like a rebound. He feels like home. He makes me feel things I’ve never even imagined before. It feels like our timing is just... off. Especially when I realize the ultra-delicious chef and bar-owner dad has baggage of his own. Until Cece is part of the Aurora Rose Reynolds' s Happily Ever Alpha World. If you loved Until Talon, then you will want to read Until Cece. | |
| Books by Author: | K.D. Robichaux |
1
Cece
“I slept with another woman, okay?”
The words thrown at me so carelessly, so callously, almost accusatory in their tone, reverberate throughout my beautiful kitchen. Or maybe it’s all in my head. Because my magazine-worthy kitchen, with its gray wood flooring, glass-fronted white cabinets, and pristine white marble countertops, is full of homey accents, stocked with food, dishes, and appliances, and full of memories of love and laughter—at least up until a moment ago. We always saved our marital spats for the privacy of our bedroom where the girls wouldn’t hear. No, the kitchen isn’t hollow or cavernous, so the words my husband just shouted wouldn’t echo the way it continues to do inside my mind.
“I slept with another woman, okay?”
“I slept with another woman, okay?”
“I slept with another woman…”
“…slept with another woman…”
“…another woman…”
I swallow, frozen, unable to even drop my hand that’s midair holding a whisk, my other arm wrapped around a mixing bowl as I was in the middle of whipping up a batch of my three little girls’ favorite peanut butter chunk cookies.
I’m stuck. Unblinking. Did I hear him correctly? The look on his face—a mix of anger and resignation—tells me I did. But inside my head, as I try to actually process what he just told me, it’s the blue screen and spinning circle of death. I need someone to Control, Alt, Delete me. Am I a Mac? Please, Force Quit my programs and give me a restart. My entire system is malfunctioning and needs to be rebooted.
Hell, it doesn’t even feel like those simple measures would work on the devastation working its way through my consciousness. Looks like I’ll need a factory reset, because once this actually registers in my brain, I don’t think there will be any coming back from it. A bowl of uncooked rice is not going to make everything all better either.
I’m already crashing. Why am I making electronics references? I’m a stay-at-home mom, a Susie freaking homemaker. The only reason I know how to reset a computer is because of that time my laptop froze up while I was making a Pinterest post on the best solution to get gum out of carpet—a plastic bag of ice cubes, and once the gum is frozen, you can scrape it out, and then use soap and a drop of white vinegar.
I hear my name.
“Cece…”
But it sounds so far away, as if it’s from a great distance. Or maybe muffled, like there’s something over the speaker’s mouth.
“Cece… are you listening to me?” comes the voice again, but I can’t answer. My mind is starting to catch up with Mike’s words, and it’s choosing to portray a slideshow of our entire marriage behind my eyes. They say your entire life flashes before your eyes right before you die. Is this what happens at the death of your marriage?
The moment we met—me, just days after graduating high school, and him about to graduate college. He was dreamy, seeming so much older and more worldly to my eighteen-year-old libido.
The moment he proposed—down on one knee at dinner in front of his parents.
Our beautiful wedding, paid for by his loaded family, since my dad is a piece of shit who left my sister Mia and me with nothing but a bunch of daddy and abandonment issues. And while my stepdad is truly the greatest man on the face of the planet, he couldn’t afford the extravagance the Willimsons required to keep up with their hoity-toity appearance.
Getting pregnant on our wedding night—with twins, no less. Now nine-year-old girls, they came into this world before we even reached our one-year wedding anniversary. And trust me, the rumors spread like wildfire, people thinking it was a shotgun wedding, as if we only got married because I was knocked up. But thankfully anyone who could do math and remembered we’d spent months planning the wedding would shut the other assholes down.
Then our sweet troublemaker Ruby came three years later, and our little family was complete. Well, according to Mike, after he read an article about how if the same mom and dad have two babies that are the same gender, then the likelihood of the third being the opposite gender is less than 20 percent. And if that same mom and dad have three kids of the same gender, then the likelihood of the fourth being the opposite gender is less than 10 percent. If his chances of getting a boy were that low, then he was done making babies.