No this asshole did not.
“Excuse me?” I ask with indignation.
He seems to wake up a little bit more at that, his eyes opening a bit wider, probably realizing what he said. “I don't mean with me. I meant… the bed I have in the master is still our bed.”
“Nothing is our bed anymore. It's all yours. You made sure of that.”
“Gabby, I don't want to fight you,” he says tiredly, sitting up and leaning forward, rubbing a hand over his face wearily.
“Of course you don't. Because you're a coward.”
He looks up at this after blinking as if caught out of a trance. Still sitting, he stares at me with this weird look on his face. “I'm a coward?” He expresses the words as if I'm somehow wrong in my assessment.
“Yes, you're a coward.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says, too calm for my taste.
Watch him get mad. I hate when he does this. Maybe I'm picking a fight, but seriously, what does he have to get mad over? He's the one who hurt me.
“What's wrong with me? Wow… I can't figure it out. I can't figure out why I'm so angry with the man who promised that I was the only woman for him—”
“I thought you were over that.”
“I'm still mad about it, Lincoln! Jesus Christ!”
“Well that means you're not over it.”
“Are you over it?” I challenge him.
He hesitates, just sitting there, his arms draped over his legs. “Yeah I'm over it.”
“Really?” I shift my weight, putting a hand on my hip incredulously.
“I mean I'm still upset about hurting you, of course. But I've moved on. What, you thought I was pining over you the whole time?” he asks me, standing up and rolling his eyes almost indiscernibly.
That hurt my feelings.
“Well I'm glad it was so easy for you to move on,” the words slip through my teeth.
“I never said it was easy. It was actually pretty painful. I hung on for a very long time.”
“Oh wow, do you want a medal? Which you could have done that before you cheated on me. How long did you hang on anyway? A day? An hour?”
Lincoln stands there staring at me, his head turned in my direction, locked on me as if stuck.
“A year.”
I freeze at this. He’s so full of shit. Stepping a little bit closer to him, my arms fold. “You waited a year.”
“Yes,” he says with all sincerity.
My eyes don't leave him, waiting for him to break. “Call me crazy but I don't believe you.”
He shrugs. “You don't have to believe me. After you caught me with Sarah… it destroyed me.”
“Oh poor you,” I snide.
“I know. I don't blame you for not believing me. But I… deeply regretted it.”
