Surrender My Heart. Kayla Perrin

Deanna said after a while. “How could he get a divorce so quickly? And why in Nevada?”

      “Obviously you can get rid of your wife in no time in Nevada.”

      “But you don’t live there.”

      “No.” Natalie’s mind began connecting the dots that were slowly coming together in her mind. “But we have a house there. Oh, that jerk! He must have used having a home there as a way to claim residency.”

      Looking confused, Deanna’s eyes went over the pages again. A minute later, she spoke. “From what I see here, it looks like Vance claimed he tried to serve you papers but couldn’t find you, so the courts granted him an uncontested divorce. However, you are within your rights to contest it, have the case heard before the courts.”

      Natalie waved a hand. “No.”

      “But there’s property, none of which is mentioned in this agree—”

      “I don’t care.” Natalie dragged a hand over her face. “Vance wants to get rid of me so quickly, let him have it all.”

      “I used to date a lawyer,” Deanna said. “You have rights, sis. Do not let Vance walk all over you.”

      “I’ll be fine,” Natalie said. “I have an account that’s mine. He used to give me an allowance—you know, money to go spend on myself shopping or with the other players’ wives. I wasn’t interested in spending my days acting like the spoiled wife of a basketball player. So I saved what he gave me for a rainy day.” She paused. “I guess this is my rainy day.”

      And then Natalie started to cry.

      Deanna sat beside her on the sofa and wrapped an arm around her. “Oh, sis. I’m so sorry.”

      Natalie turned her face into Deanna’s shoulder, taking comfort from her sister as she cried.

      Then the profoundness of this moment hit Natalie. Years ago, she had seduced Deanna’s boyfriend. That had to led to a ten-year rift between the sisters. Now here was Deanna offering her comfort over a marriage that had fallen apart due to infidelity.

      “I’m not crying over Vance,” Natalie said through her tears. “Really, I’m not. I guess…I guess I’m just mourning the dream.”

      And rationally, Natalie knew that was true. Because she had started mourning the loss of her marriage a long time ago. Shortly after she’d said “I do” two years ago, she had sensed that Vance had only married her so she would be eye candy on his arm.

      Natalie wasn’t a fool. She had the kind of looks that caused men to crash their cars into light poles, she knew that. But she didn’t let those looks define her.

      And she had hoped that when she’d met superstar basketball player Vance Cooper that he was different—that he had seen past her looks and into her fragile heart.

      A heart made fragile because of her mother’s abandonment at the tender age of five.

      Instead, Vance had become more and more distant after their wedding extravaganza, and Natalie suspected his infidelity within six months of marrying her. So when she had learned that Vance was sleeping with Olivia, her best friend, she hadn’t been so much surprised as betrayed.

      “I don’t think he ever loved me,” Natalie said, wiping at her tears.

      “He must have,” Deanna said. “How could he not? Look at you—you’re stunning.”

      “Looks mean nothing.”

      “Really?” Deanna countered. “Tell that to all the men who’ve lost their heads when they’ve looked at you.”

      Natalie was certain Deanna was referring at least in part to Marvin, the man Natalie had selfishly seduced over ten years ago. She still wasn’t sure why she had hurt her sister like that, except that she had been at a low point in her life, needing to feel alive and desirable.

      “Yet here I am,” Natalie said, pushing the memory from her mind. “Divorced by a husband who only cared to get rid of me as quickly as he could. Like our mother,” Natalie added without thinking.

      Deanna eased back so she could look at her. “What do you mean?”

      “Maybe Callie is right. Maybe our mother left us because she didn’t want us.”

      “Okay, now I know that’s grief talking,” Deanna said. “Because out of all of us, you were the one who never stopped believing there was a reason for our mother’s disappearance. And now we know there was. So it’s not the time to lose hope.”

      “I know,” Natalie said, sniffling. “It’s just…I thought Vance respected me more than this.”

      “Vance is clearly an idiot,” Deanna said. “And a coward. I know it hurts, Nat, but trust me when I say there’s no point crying over a man who didn’t value you. Soon enough, you’ll meet the man you’re meant to be with.”

      Now Natalie gave her sister a skeptical look. “What makes you say that?”

      “Your horoscope this morning,” Deanna answered, her voice filled with certainty. “It said a new love was on the horizon for Scorpios.”

      Natalie rolled her eyes, but at least she smiled.

      “Don’t give me that look, sis. You mark my words. You’re going to find someone else. It’s written in the stars.”

      Chapter 2

      By the next morning, Natalie was in better spirits—despite the front-page news that had confronted her. Wisely, Deanna had taken her downtown to shop at quaint boutique shops in order to take her mind off what had happened with Vance. Retail therapy, her sister had called it, and it was working.

      They were currently in a hat shop owned by a local designer, perusing the large selection of funky hats.

      “Oh, what about this one?” Natalie asked, taking a wide-brimmed purple hat off of the rack and placing it on her head. “This, with large sunglasses—it’ll help me be incognito.”

      “It’ll also cause someone to lose an eye. It’s a cute hat, but whoa, could it be any wider?”

      “It’s exactly what I need,” Natalie said. “After that front-page announcement about Vance and Olivia this morning…”

      “Eh,” Deanna said, throwing up a hand. “We’re not going to talk about that, remember?”

      “But the front page of the paper here in Cleveland? That’s what I don’t understand. Why does anyone here care about my marriage to Vance?”

      “Because we used to live here,” Deanna supplied. “And you married one of the most successful players in the NBA. But we’re not talking about it, remember?”

      Not talking about it was a lot easier said than done. Because Natalie could avoid the truth all she wanted, it was still there. The magnitude of Vance’s betrayal had been published for all the world to read.

      But at least this morning, instead of feeling sad as she had the day before, she was feeling anger. Vance had rushed their divorce only to announce the very next day that he and his mistress were engaged.

      “All I can say,” Natalie went on, “is that they deserve each other. If Olivia is dumb enough to believe that he’ll ever be faithful to her…”

      Deanna plugged her ears with her fingers. “Not listening to any talk about Vance.”

      “Okay, I get it. No more Vance talk.” Natalie put the purple hat down, then went to something smaller. A cute, casual hat made of straw. “I kind of like this one. It’s the perfect summer hat.”

      “Oh, that is cute,” Deanna agreed.

      “Here, try it on.” Natalie put the hat on her sister’s head.

      Deanna