I was still sitting on the front steps when I heard the bedroom door open upstairs.
A few seconds later, footsteps rushed down the staircase. Ryan appeared at the doorway. He had changed his clothes. His hair was still messy, and his shirt was buttoned wrong at first. He fixed it quickly while walking toward me, holding the divorce papers in one hand.
“Bella, wait.”
I looked up at him. He stopped a few feet away, breathing hard.
“You left before we talked.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“There is.” He came closer. “I can explain what happened.”
I almost laughed. “You don’t need to explain.”
“I do.”
“Ryan, I walked into this house and found you with the same woman again. What explanation could possibly change that?”
He looked down. “I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?”
“Yes.”
“Yo
