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Jonathan slammed his hand against the steering wheel. “Damn it.” He damned himself for his lack of diplomacy, for his lack of self-control and lack of foresight, but most of all, he damned himself for his infidelity because that was what caused his life to go to Hell.
Why wouldn’t she listen to him? She was angry. Rightly so, and altogether typical for an ex-wife. But she couldn’t make the same mistake he did and end up with someone she didn’t love. He'd thought she would want to know all she could about Alex. If only he'd known what kind of person Cindy was. If only someone had told him. That was what he was trying to do just now. Alex was not someone Susan should become involved with. She would be making a terrible mistake if she did. He didn't know how to get through to her.
Perhaps she resented him, resented his intrusion in her life. He should have been more diplomatic. Now she thought he wanted to ruin her life. No matter what he said, she twisted it around. Ex-wives were like that, he was told.
He was well-intentioned. Why couldn’t she see that?
He envisioned her as she stood her ground, her eyes dancing with fire. A lump rose in his throat. God, how he loved her. If only he had realized that before Cindy. That’s how he referred to every miserable thing that happened in his life lately. BC-before Cindy.
Starting the car, he took one last look at her house and vowed he would make Susan see that Alex was not the right man for her. He'd do whatever was needed to convince her.