It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

Allysa is due in a few weeks, so she’s forcing as much couple time on us
as she can. She’s worried we’ll stop coming to visit after the baby is born,
which I know is ridiculous. The visits will just grow more frequent. I
already love my niece more than any of them, anyway.
Okay, maybe not. But it’s close.
I try to avoid getting my hair wet as I rinse off, because we’re already
running late. I grab my razor and press it under my arm when I hear a
crash. I pause.
“Ryle?”
Nothing.
I finish shaving and then wash the soap off. Another crash.
What in the world is he doing?
I turn off the water and grab a towel, running it over myself. “Ryle!”
He still doesn’t respond. I pull my jeans on in a hurry and open the
door as I’m pulling my shirt over my head. “Ryle?”
The nightstand by our bed is tipped over. I move to the living room and
see him sitting on the edge of the couch, his head in one of his hands.
He’s looking down at something in his other hand.
“What are you doing?”
He looks up at me and I don’t recognize his expression. I’m confused
by what’s happening. I don’t know if he just got bad news or . . . Oh, God.
Allysa.
“Ryle, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”
He holds up my phone and just looks at me like I should know what’s
happening. When I shake my head in confusion, he holds up a piece of
paper. “Funny thing,” he says, setting my phone on the coffee table in
front of him. “I dropped your phone by accident. Cover pops off. I find
this number hidden in the back of it.”
Oh, God.
No, no, no.
He crumbles the number in his fist. “I thought, ‘Huh. That’s weird. Lily
doesn’t hide things from me.’ ” He stands up and picks up my phone. “So I
called it.” He tightens his fist around the phone. “He’s lucky I got his
fucking voice mail.” He chunks my phone clear across the room and it
crashes against the wall, shattering to the floor.
There’s a three-second pause where I think this could go one of two
ways.