Divorce With Benefits: A Second Chance At Love
Chapter 79: The Accident(1)

Chapter 79: The Accident(1)

Jared had recorded each date with precision, right up to the most recent one, even predicting the next. The journal slipped from her fingers, landing on the desk with a dull thud.

He knew. He knew it had been a safe day when they last made love.

The realization turned her stomach. He hadn’t changed his mind about children, after all. The intimacy she had thought was spontaneous, born out of love and renewed passion, had been calculated.

Jerica’s vision blurred as the betrayal set in, sharp and merciless. Her knees weakened, and she grasped the edge of the desk to steady herself. The room, once a comforting refuge filled with the soft glow of the afternoon sun, now felt like an unforgiving prison, its walls pressing in on her.

Why? Why doesn’t he want to have children with me? Does he think I’m not worthy to be a mother?

The weight of the unspoken answers crushed her, leaving her gasping in the dim, suffocating silence. Memories of whispered promises and tender embraces flooded her mind, each one now tainted by doubt. She sank into the chair, staring at the journal as if it were a living thing that mocked her.

Cling

The text alert message grabbed her attention, jarring her out of the spiral of despair. She reached for her phone, her hands trembling, barely registering that she had unlocked the screen.

It was from Jared. A big surprise.

Her eyes darted to the words. A surprise? Now? Her mind raced with questions. Was this some cruel irony? Was he oblivious to what she had just discovered? She opened the text, and it revealed a link. The first thought that crossed her mind was whether Jared’s phone had been hacked. Why would he send her a message with just a blind link?

She was about to place her phone down, confusion adding to the turmoil already swirling within her, but before she could, the phone rang.

Jared. It was him again.

Jerica’s heart lurched in her chest. Her first instinct was to let it ring, to ignore the man who had unwittingly shattered her. But the familiar ringtone triggered a surge of longing. Before she knew it, her hand moved of its own accord, following her heart instead of her wounded pride.

"Did you see the text?" Jared’s voice was high with excitement. To be honest, he sounded like a child who had just discovered a hidden treasure.

"I did..." Jerica said, her voice more neutral than she intended. His excitement was contagious, and she felt the corners of her mouth tug upward despite herself.

"Did you open it?" he pressed on, an edge of impatience in his tone that only deepened the mystery.

"Wait..." She clicked the link, holding her breath. It opened to a map, a pulsing blue dot signaling a location that moved in real-time. "What is this?" she asked, brows knitting together as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

She could hear the faint hum of the road in the background, the rhythmic whoosh of passing cars, and the occasional thump as the vehicle hit a bump. It dawned on her that he was driving.

"I wanted to share my location with you," he said.

Jerica’s heart skipped a beat. The sudden rush of confusion and hope left her stunned. He had never done anything like this before. Why now?

She remembered her earlier conversation with Lydia Sutherland. Although Lydia hadn’t threatened her, she had been acting strangely, dropping hints that made Jerica’s skin crawl.

"Are you in danger?" she blurted out, her voice tight with anxiety.

Jared’s laugh came through, low and reassuring. "No... No..."

Jerica let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, relief washing over her like a wave.

The silence stretched between them for a moment, and Jerica’s heart seemed to race in the quiet. Jared’s words lingered like a balm, soothing wounds she hadn’t fully realized were still raw. I’ll be home soon. It wasn’t a promise she’d heard from him in a long time, not one that felt certain or safe, but this time, it was different. His voice—gentler, warmer—told her he meant it. That small act of sharing his location, of offering something so seemingly simple, felt monumental in the heaviness of their relationship.

She could have pressed him. She could have turned the conversation into something about his secrecy, about the distance he had built between them. She could’ve asked why he felt the need to hide so much from her, or why he had never made her a priority. But instead, she allowed herself to soften, just a little. She chose to lean into the gesture he was offering—the one that said, I want you to know where I am, even if I don’t always tell you everything

. It wasn’t perfection. It wasn’t even a grand gesture. But it was a crack in the fortress he’d built around himself, and that was enough for her in that moment.

"Is this your way of reassuring me, Mr. Mysterious?" she teased, trying to keep the weight of the moment light. She managed to force a smile, but it was shaky, as though it might crumble into tears any second.

Jared’s response came as a relief, a playful tone returning to his voice. "Guilty as charged." He hesitated, then added, "Besides, if I’m going to plan surprise dates, you’ll need clues, right?"

The words took Jerica by surprise. Surprise dates? The memory of their past—of simpler times, before the shadows of uncertainty had clouded their days—flooded her in that instant. She couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound of it almost foreign to her now. "Surprise dates, huh? You mean like that time you took me on that mountain hike, and it rained so hard we ended up shivering in the car with soggy sandwiches?"

Her words were punctuated by the ghost of a laugh, a bittersweet nostalgia curling in her chest. She could see it clearly now, the way the rain had fallen in torrents, the mist swirling around them, and how they had huddled together, laughing despite the discomfort, despite the cold. And Jared, with his unwavering grin, had kissed her to warm her up. It wasn’t the perfect date, not by any stretch, but it was theirs. And in that moment, it had felt like everything.

Jared’s voice came through with a mock indignation, but it was laced with the same warmth she had once adored. "Hey, that was an adventure! And if I recall correctly, you said that soggy sandwich was the best you ever had."

Jerica’s lips curled into a fond smile. She could almost taste the soggy bread, could almost feel the warmth of his hand brushing against hers as they sat there, soaked to the bone but somehow content. "Only because you made it," she replied softly, her words more intimate than the playful tone suggested.

There was a pause then—a brief, delicate silence—but this time, it wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t suffocating. It was a breath between them, a quiet space where things didn’t have to be said, but they were understood.

"Jerica," Jared said, his voice softer now, more earnest. She could hear the hum of the road in the background, the sound of tires kissing the asphalt, signaling that he was slowing down. "I’ll be home soon." There was a promise in his words, unspoken yet undeniable. The sincerity in his voice told her that he wasn’t just speaking to fill the silence, but because he truly meant it. "And this time, no soggy sandwiches, I promise."

She smiled, a genuine curve of her lips that reached her eyes. "Good," she whispered, the warmth spreading through her chest as she traced the map on her phone with a fingertip. The tiny blue dot moved along the road, like a lifeline, and she imagined him behind the wheel, focused and determined, coming back to her. He was out there, miles away, but he was coming back to her. The anticipation soothed the ache in her chest, even if only for a moment.

Jerica’s voice was quiet when she spoke again, but there was a depth to it that she hadn’t meant to show. "Come home to me," she said, her words a plea, a soft, desperate yearning woven into her tone. The vulnerability she had kept hidden for so long—maybe too long—shone through in that single sentence. She wanted him, needed him, to come home.

"I’m on my way," he said, and somehow, those simple words brought Jerica a peace she hadn’t realized she’d been searching for.

Jared hummed in response, and in that gentle sound, she could imagine the familiar curve of his smile. Even though they weren’t on a video call, she could see it clearly in her mind. She walked to the living room, sinking into the couch, the phone still pressed to her ear.

The faint strains of his favorite song filtered through the speakers on his end, and he began to sing along, voice deep and rich. Jerica’s eyes fluttered shut as she nodded her head in time with the melody, their connection feeling more tangible than it had in weeks.

Everything felt perfect. For the first time in what seemed like forever, she allowed herself to believe it was.

A sharp, blaring horn sliced through the delicate cocoon of sound, sending a jolt of cold terror through her veins.

"Jared?" she said, voice trembling.

"Shit!" Jared’s shout came through the line, raw with panic.