“How long do you think it would have gone on before you decided to stop, Lincoln? Be honest with me. Because you made out with Sarah a while back. And then gas-lit me into thinking nothing was happening. So this was already building between you two.” The words are like dry ice tumbling out of my lips, the cold hitting every tooth.
“I felt horrible about it.”
“But you just liked the pussy more.” I smile sarcastically at him.
He takes a breath and tilts his head in discomfort, closing his eyes at my words.
“What's the matter?” I shrug rudely. “Don't like hearing the very obvious truth of what you did? I was waiting at home for you. Worried about you. Missing you. Loving you…”
I watch his eyes look at mine and then move away. His expression is somber and haunted as his eyes remain on the ground.
“Despite me as your wife basically begging for your attention, trying to reach out to you and… to fix what was broken with us, you just completely ignored me. And don't tell me that you didn't, because you being present out of pretense to shut me up is not the same thing as you loving me back.”
“I never stopped l—”
“Oh my God, shut the fuck up, Lincoln! Yes you did! And don't tell me that bullshit that guys say about how guys can love a woman and still fuck another woman. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have done the one thing you know could damage our marriage and hurt me the worst! So I'm sorry, I don't believe anything you say after this point. And honestly, I don't care.”
Turning on my heels, I start for the door. I really don't want to go out there; it is really dark.
“Gabby,” he calls out to me, his call going ignored. “Gabby. Gabrielle.”
“Leave me alone, Lincoln.”
“I did wait a year. And I know that doesn't mean anything now because… I… I was missing you so much and… I didn't do anything with Sarah.”
“But after the year mark you were like ‘well that's enough time, I've redeemed myself. Time to get back to fucking the woman I cheated on my wife with.’ HA. What did you actually expect that you were going to accomplish by telling me that?” I burn into him, throwing my words over my shoulder.
Lincoln just swallows, blinking at me and then looking somewhere else as if trying to find the answer.
“Exactly. You're so fucking pathetic.”
For some reason I expect him to stop me, but this time he doesn't.
I told my ride where to meet me, and as I'm walking in the dark, the tears, those stupid tears I thought were a thing of the past, come all the way back to the forefront of my vision. It's very cold, and I'm shivering, and I'm hurting. Working for him was a bad idea, but in some sick, twisted, masochistic way, I still want to be around him. It's like the first bout of normalcy I've felt.
Even when I was out there traveling, trying to find myself, it feels like I'm home just being in the same house with him.
How fucked up is that.
Waiting by the block, my ride pulls up. As I'm about to get in, I do a double take and notice a car in the distance.
The headlights are on, and it looks so out of place because it's dark and dead, everyone’s probably still asleep. But as I squint my eyes trying to see past the headlights, I notice the outline of the car.
It's Lincoln's.
He's fast. Maybe he expected that he was going to take me home, or maybe he wanted to sit in the car and wait to make sure my ride actually came to get me.
What, was he going to do a car chase if it was someone else that kidnapped me and put me into their vehicle?
That's a very amusing thought, but I'm not going to lie… just seeing him show the same kind of protection he did when we were younger makes me feel warm, even though I'm still angry.
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Chapter 41
Lincoln's POV
It’s Sunday morning, and I didn’t have to work out today, because my body railing Sarah is workout enough. She likes it very hard and rough in the mornings.
