Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 46: Chapter 46
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Blake drove out of his way through the cramped streets of the old downtown to get Riley's favorite cupcakes from that little shop she was obsessed with.
By the time he reached the counter, they were sold out.
He grimaced and turned to the customer who'd just bought the last box.
"Hey man, any chance you could spare one? I'll make it worth your while."
The guy hesitated—he'd gotten them for his own wife.
Without thinking, Blake blurted out, "I'll pay you five times what you paid. My wife's crazy about these too."
The words slammed into him like a freight train.
He stood there stunned until the guy agreed to sell him one.
The drive home dragged on forever. When he finally pulled into the driveway, every window was dark.
Blake grabbed the cupcake box, confusion creeping in.
"Riley?" he called out as he walked through the front door.
Nothing.
The house felt hollow, lifeless.
He hit the lights and immediately spotted something on the coffee table—a stack of legal papers.
Blake's blood turned to ice.
He rushed over, not even bothering to kick off his shoes.
When he saw what was staring back at him, the room started spinning.
Divorce papers. Final decree. Both their signatures.
What the actual fuck? When did they get divorced? How did he not know about this?
"Riley, what the hell is this?"
"This better be some sick joke!"
His voice echoed through the empty house.
But no one answered.
Blake stared down at the divorce papers again.
He slowly lifted his hand to flip through the pages, needing to see the names for himself.
But his fingers were shaking too badly.
Something so basic felt impossible.
After fumbling with the papers several times, Blake forced himself to take a deep breath and steady his hands.
When he finally got the document open, seeing both their names printed there in official black ink made his stomach drop.
"This is bullshit. This can't be real!" His voice cracked.
His whole body started shaking.
Buried memories came flooding back—their wedding night, dragging Riley into his study.
The scene played on repeat behind his eyes.
Suddenly, Blake clenched his fists and jumped to his feet.
He left the divorce papers on the floor and charged through the house.
"Riley! Who said anything about me wanting a divorce? You're gonna run off and file papers behind my back because of some stupid fight? If something was bothering you, why didn't you just fucking tell me? When did I give you permission to divorce me?"
He was shouting at the walls, his voice echoing through the empty rooms.
When he got to the master bedroom, the door was cracked open. Dead silence inside.
Blake's rant cut off mid-sentence.
Moving carefully, like he was afraid of waking her, he eased the door open.
The bed was empty.
That sick feeling in his gut got worse.
He bolted to the bathroom. Empty.
Guest room, home office—he searched every corner of the house, but Riley was gone.
All her stuff was still there though. Every dress, every pair of shoes, still hanging in the closet like she'd just vanished.
Why leave everything?
Because he'd bought it all for her?
Pain slammed through Blake's chest. Veins bulged on his forehead.
He kicked over the trash can in a rage.
"Riley, you're fucking unbelievable!"
Blake pulled out his phone to call her.
That's when he saw his afternoon text had never gone through.
She'd blocked him.
Her phone number went straight to a disconnected message.
She'd cut off every way he had to reach her.
Blake's fist connected with the wall, splitting his knuckles open.
He couldn't even figure out why he was so furious.
He was the one who'd said he was sick of Riley just days ago.
Suddenly, he thought of someone who might know.
He called Marcus.
The phone rang twice before Blake cut him off.
"Marcus, I can't reach Riley. Do you know where she went?"
"Huh? You didn't take her home from the hospital? Bro, she just had a miscarriage—she needs to be resting. She can't just pretend nothing happened."
The blood drained from Blake's face.
"What did you just say?"
By the time he reached the counter, they were sold out.
He grimaced and turned to the customer who'd just bought the last box.
"Hey man, any chance you could spare one? I'll make it worth your while."
The guy hesitated—he'd gotten them for his own wife.
Without thinking, Blake blurted out, "I'll pay you five times what you paid. My wife's crazy about these too."
The words slammed into him like a freight train.
He stood there stunned until the guy agreed to sell him one.
The drive home dragged on forever. When he finally pulled into the driveway, every window was dark.
Blake grabbed the cupcake box, confusion creeping in.
"Riley?" he called out as he walked through the front door.
Nothing.
The house felt hollow, lifeless.
He hit the lights and immediately spotted something on the coffee table—a stack of legal papers.
Blake's blood turned to ice.
He rushed over, not even bothering to kick off his shoes.
When he saw what was staring back at him, the room started spinning.
Divorce papers. Final decree. Both their signatures.
What the actual fuck? When did they get divorced? How did he not know about this?
"Riley, what the hell is this?"
"This better be some sick joke!"
His voice echoed through the empty house.
But no one answered.
Blake stared down at the divorce papers again.
He slowly lifted his hand to flip through the pages, needing to see the names for himself.
But his fingers were shaking too badly.
Something so basic felt impossible.
After fumbling with the papers several times, Blake forced himself to take a deep breath and steady his hands.
When he finally got the document open, seeing both their names printed there in official black ink made his stomach drop.
"This is bullshit. This can't be real!" His voice cracked.
His whole body started shaking.
Buried memories came flooding back—their wedding night, dragging Riley into his study.
The scene played on repeat behind his eyes.
Suddenly, Blake clenched his fists and jumped to his feet.
He left the divorce papers on the floor and charged through the house.
"Riley! Who said anything about me wanting a divorce? You're gonna run off and file papers behind my back because of some stupid fight? If something was bothering you, why didn't you just fucking tell me? When did I give you permission to divorce me?"
He was shouting at the walls, his voice echoing through the empty rooms.
When he got to the master bedroom, the door was cracked open. Dead silence inside.
Blake's rant cut off mid-sentence.
Moving carefully, like he was afraid of waking her, he eased the door open.
The bed was empty.
That sick feeling in his gut got worse.
He bolted to the bathroom. Empty.
Guest room, home office—he searched every corner of the house, but Riley was gone.
All her stuff was still there though. Every dress, every pair of shoes, still hanging in the closet like she'd just vanished.
Why leave everything?
Because he'd bought it all for her?
Pain slammed through Blake's chest. Veins bulged on his forehead.
He kicked over the trash can in a rage.
"Riley, you're fucking unbelievable!"
Blake pulled out his phone to call her.
That's when he saw his afternoon text had never gone through.
She'd blocked him.
Her phone number went straight to a disconnected message.
She'd cut off every way he had to reach her.
Blake's fist connected with the wall, splitting his knuckles open.
He couldn't even figure out why he was so furious.
He was the one who'd said he was sick of Riley just days ago.
Suddenly, he thought of someone who might know.
He called Marcus.
The phone rang twice before Blake cut him off.
"Marcus, I can't reach Riley. Do you know where she went?"
"Huh? You didn't take her home from the hospital? Bro, she just had a miscarriage—she needs to be resting. She can't just pretend nothing happened."
The blood drained from Blake's face.
"What did you just say?"
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