The Harbour...Chapter 42: "Are you kidding me?"
Kyle turned slowly to face her, his amber-flecked, green eyes glinting in the sunlight spilling through the windows.
“So how long have you and Marco really been sleeping each other?”
She gasped.
“You left Fashion Week, after two days, to fly back here to ask me that?” She asked incredulously.
His hands dropped to his side.
“So how long?”
“I told you before, that’s none of your business.”
“And I told you before, that it is my business if you guys were sleeping together when we were still married!”
“What?!” She sputtered.
“Were you sleeping with him while we were married?” He asked again, his voice sharp.
“Not that I owe you any explanation, but I never even hugged Marco when I was married to you, much less anything else!
“How do I know that for sure?” He snapped.
“Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?!” Her voice rose a notch.
She couldn’t believe she was actually having the conversation she was in the middle of having, but she was in deep, so she kept going.
“If I was having an affair with Marco, then why did I fight to keep our marriage together?! I had opportunities to walk away, but I stayed and tried to work it out. And if I was having an affair with Marco, why would we wait for two years after you and I broke up before we admitted to having a relationship. And...”
She was on a roll now...
“...And, more importantly, what difference does it make at this point?! What’re you going to do if it turns out I was cheating on you?! Divorce me again?!”
His eyes narrowed, looking like slivers of greenish gold beneath his perfectly arched eyebrows.
“I have a right to know if you were unfaithful to me.”
“Do you?! Do you?! Well I have a right to know how many women you had sex with while we were married! You were the one who was unfaithful, not me! Don’t go putting your lack of morals on me!”
They glared at each other, both breathing heavily.
“Did you really fly back here from Italy just to ask me stupid questions?” She finally spat.
“I wanted to see the children.”
“You saw them on Saturday! And they were with you for the whole weekend, the weekend before that?!”
“What? I can’t miss my children?!”
Carolyn surprised herself by laughing, but there was no mirth in her laughter, it was a laugh of disbelief.
“I’m taking them to dinner tonight.” He said firmly.
“It’s a school night.”
“So what? I’m their father.”
She shook her head to clear it, to be sure she wasn’t imagining this inane exchange.
“Fine! They’ll be home soon. I’ll make sure their homework is done. You can come back for them at 6:00.”
“Fine!”
He crossed the room and grabbed the satchel and small suitcase sitting on the floor near the piano. She hadn’t noticed them there. She also hadn’t seen any of his vehicles in the driveway. He must have taken a cab from the airport.
Kyle threw the satchel over his shoulders, moved past her, strode through the open doors, and across the foyer to the front door. He swung that open and stepped toward the security gate, rattling it when the code he punched in did not work.
“Can you open the damn gate?!” He yelled, rattling louder.
She stifled a smirk, chiding herself for delighting in his discomfort. Keeping her face expressionless, she walked slowly to the main security panel to the right of the front door, which still stood open.
He glared at her through the glass panes of the door frame, his face flushed with anger.
“So you’ve changed the security code on the gate too!”
She pressed the last number of the code on the control panel, and the gate clicked open.
“How am I supposed to get in when I come back for the children?!”
“Ring the bell,” She said, closing the front door on him.
