I had every right to know.
Something is happening inside of me that I can’t control, and I know if she doesn’t leave soon, I will say something I will regret.
I feel betrayed, but I understand her reasonings. It’s not her fault. It’s my fault. All of this is my fault.
I let her walk away with that weight on her shoulders.
I let fucking Noah convince me she was having an affair.
I made a vow to her that I would be there, in sickness and in health, and when she needed me the most, I was drowning my sorrows in whiskey.
I wanted the truth, and now I’ve got it.
I need to be alone.
I need to hold her close.
Fuck, I need to think.
“I need you to go, Daisy.Please,” I croak.
She sighs before turning on her heel and walking out of the room, the door closing behind her with a quiet click.
I doubt she’s even out of the front door when I get to my feet, walk over to my dresser and sweep the contents of it onto the floor in one fell swoop, a roar tearing from my chest.
“Fuck!”
Cologne bottles, watches and framed photos drop to the floor with a satisfying crash. Glass shards fly everywhere, the scent of my aftershave filling the room as the bottles smash to pieces at my feet, but I don’t give a fuck.
The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed and being told the baby was gone.
My nightstand is next. I pick up the lamp and haul it across the room, shattering it against the wall.
I planned to tell you after the ceremony. It was my wedding gift to you.
I yank the drawers out, sending contents flying across my bedroom.
I’m an untamed animal as I tear my room to fucking shreds. The image of Daisy lying in a hospital bed alone flashing in my mind.
Thewhat ifof it all playing like a reel in front of my eyes like some kind of sick fucking joke. The universe is taunting me with images of the future we spoke about as teenagers.
A little boy with my black hair and her chocolate eyes riding his bike in the backyard. A little girl with her long curls and my tan skin as she swings on the swing set, I built for her.
The family we almost had.
Almost.
“Motherfucker!” I scream as I rear my fist back before slamming it against the mirror on the wall. Blood instantly pours from my knuckles, but I just stare at it, not feeling a single thing.
My face is wet with both tears and sweat as I finally sink to the floor and bury my head in my knees, letting my grief take over.
The first sob escapes my lips, followed by a second and then a third. Within seconds, I’m shaking uncontrollably as I succumb to my pain.
***
“Have you got the rings?”
Noah’s brows pinch together as he stares at me, wide-eyed. “What rings?”
