Here ya go guys, sorry for the wait! (For those who ask if I plan to update regularly, I plan to finish every story I start)

Chapter 3

Alyssa's pov.

It took me a long time to fall asleep.

I hated that man. I really did.

Why the hell I had ever married him was beyond me.

I wanted him gone. Out of my house, preferably back out of the country. Out of my life and out of Kat's. It was better if my daughter had no contact with him; he was a bad influence in more ways than one. I didn't want her growing up around him-father or not. There was only so much I let sperm donation count for.

Sure, there had been a time when I found him...charming, for lack of a better term. Hell, I might even go as far to say that I was in love with him. The operative word being was. Back when I thought the whole badass act was just that-an act. Who knew, maybe even a ploy to attract women. And then came the truth.

I had actually gotten to the point back then where I was convinced he was having an affair. It wouldn't have been totally unheard of-we had married young and I wouldn't have put it past him. Finally I had confronted him about it one night after a weeklong "business trip". It had taken a while to drag it out of him. He was a good liar, I'd give him that.

We had grown increasingly tense around each other after that. Because it was his work, I had no real choice but to be understanding, so I couldn't complain, and there was no way he could be home half as much as I wanted him there.

About seven months after he had told me, during one of our bigger arguments I had told him to get out, that I didn't care if he ever came back. And he did get out. And he didn't come back. A week later another agent had called me, informed me of the new station in Mexico (".in case any unforeseen family emergencies should come up" had been his exact words) and faxed me divorce papers. I had a feeling Jeff had pulled some strings to push our separation through the system so fast.

I often wondered now how our marriage would have turned out if it hadn't been for his clandestine profession.

I found myself glad he couldn't see.

It meant he couldn't see that I had never removed my wedding ring.

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Hehe. Sorry so short.