Heartbreak Alternate Ending

Luckily the our day landed on a Sunday, the one day where we both have the day off to just roll around in bed without a care in a world.

"Happy anniversary," Jim whispers, kissing my neck as he props himself up above me.
"Happy anniversary," I say back and smile smugly. "I love you."
"I love you too," he says leaning down to kiss me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I say pressing my lips onto his.
"No. Something's bugging you and I know it's not a ghost because you crossed over one last night so we'd have most of the day to ourselves... so what's up?" He asks rolling onto his side.
"Kyle's been on my mind lately," I sigh, giving into him as I almost always do.
"You're ex-boyfriend?" He asks looking over at me.
"Yeah..." I sigh. "And I don't know

"You're not mad?" I ask rolling onto my side to look at him better, my hand running through his shaggy dark hair.
"How could I be? I didn't go through that kind of heartbreak... I had the signs, you didn't." He explains, his hand softly caressing my skin. "You're with me. One thought about Kyle McCall isn't going to ch-"

The doorbell echoes throughout the house, it has a strangled sound, as though it's battery is somewhat drained.

"I'll-" Jim says sitting up.
"Stay here," I say straddling him, kissing his lips softly. "I need to grab something down there anyway. Plus, you can go grab whatever you bought for me out of the attic without me

"Jim," I warn him softly as he chuckles in my ear.
"Go before I lost my strength to stop," he whispers as I slip from his grasp and run down the stairs.

There is a loud bang as I reach the front door.

"Ow." Jim groans I open the door laughing.
"Hello?" I say and peek my head around the door, not wanting a visitor I don't know well enough to see something that only my husband should see.
"Melinda Gordon?" A man asks looking up from the papers he holds tightly in his hands.
"Yes this is she," I say smiling softly. "What can I do for you?"
"It's me, Kyle McCall." He replies. "Don't you remember me?"

How could I forget?

But now that he said his name, the features of his face became more prominent and I immediately knew it was in fact him.

"What do you want?" I mutter softly, opening the door a bit more.
"You look even more more beautiful than the last time I saw you..." He says smiling. "You're a bit indisposed don't you think?"
"Answer my question." I say crossing my arms over my chest.
"You're mad. I could never stand to make you mad," he says