The Other Woman Was Me - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

I'd assumed Felix would sign the divorce papers right after our last conversation.
But nope. Instead, he camped out in front of my law firm every single day, flowers in hand like some lovesick teenager.
I was knee-deep in bar exam prep again, and Isaac—bless him—had set me up in one of the firm's meeting rooms.
And there was Oscar. Every. Damn. Day.
"Oscar, I can study on my own. If I hit a snag, I'll yell for help."
Lawyers are busy people, even interns. I knew he had a mountain of work, but there he was, chin propped on his hand, grinning at me like I was the most fascinating thing in the room.
"My job right now is to supervise your studying," he said.
I blinked. "You don't have to stare at me, though."
He didn't even blink. "Can't help where my eyes wander."
Ah, youth. So bold, so shameless with their feelings.
"How about you go grab me a coffee?"
Between his laser focus and the weird flutter in my chest, I couldn't concentrate.
He jumped up instantly. "Sure. But you're getting it hot today—no cramps."
And just like that, he was gone.
I stared at the door, emotions tangled.
Oscar knew I'd just started my period.
I wasn't some clueless girl. His feelings were obvious. But as a thirty-something woman on the brink of divorce, I had no idea what he saw in me.
Minutes ticked by. No Oscar.
Weird. I headed to the coffee shop he always went to.
The second I stepped outside, I saw them: Oscar and Felix, faces bruised, coffee splattered across the pavement, fists clenched like they were seconds from throwing down.
"Oscar!"
I sprinted over.
The second he saw me, Oscar's aggression melted into puppy-dog eyes. He grabbed my arm, showing off his red, scalded hand.
"Hailey, it hurts," he whined. "Blow on it?"
Without thinking, I did.
Oscar shot Felix a smug, see-this? smirk. Felix's face twisted, fist rearing back—
I shoved myself between them, arms spread. "Felix, enough. Hit him again, and I swear I'll call the cops."
His fist froze. "You're protecting him?!"
"Damn right I am."
"I'm your husband!"
Oscar piped up, "Ex-husband."
Felix snarled, "We're not divorced yet!"
"You will be," Oscar shot back.
As Felix lunged, I cut in, voice icy: "Sign the papers, Felix. Or I'll take this to court. Imagine your parents watching everyone pass around those porn videos of you. Remember the police station? The obscenity charges?"
His face purpled. "Fine! You want a divorce? Have it. Don't come crying back."
He stormed off.
Oscar lit up like a Christmas tree. "I'll get you another coffee—"
I grabbed his arm. "Pharmacy first. Burn cream."
As we walked, Oscar strutted like a rooster who'd just won the barnyard brawl.