I feel his prickly fingers on my shoulder pulling me back. When I whirl around to face him, my hand follows, slapping him hard in the face, followed by another slap, and then the slaps keep coming.
“Don’t you EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!!!” I scream so loud the sound of my words echo off the building and into thesky, which now has clouds starting to come in, mirroring my emotions.
I’m breathing so hard that it becomes difficult to speak.
“Baby… I—” Lincoln starts to say, his hands in a prayer gesture pressed closely to his mouth, his brows creasing, water in his eyes.
Rolling my eyes, I turn to walk away.
Honestly, I expected him to come out here naked, but he managed to dress himself in casual clothes that look like he recently bought them. He smells different, like a mixture of himself and perfume and hints of cologne that I’ve never smelled him wear before.
“I want a divorce,” I say, even though part of me doesn’t mean it. But there’s no way in hell I’m staying with this man after he said those things to my face, after making me seem like I was crazy.
“Babyplease, let me explain.”
“Explain what, Lincoln? Explain how it was an accident that you just fell into her pussy after you accidentally magically ended up at her apartment? Fuck you, you fucking asshole! I fucking hate you! And you made me seem as though I was crazy and I was doing too much! I fucking hate you!!!! I hate you with my whole fucking soul!!!” I scream, my emotions spilling free as I find myself shoving his chest over and over again with all of my strength.
The tears keep falling, my heart breaking deeper. All I want in this moment is my dad. I want to cry on his shoulder and have him tell me everything is going to be okay.
“My father trusted you. I trusted you. How could you do that to me? How could you be?! How could you do that to me? WHAT THE FUCK!?” I hear myself bawling in distress.
I’m crying so much I can’t see where I’m going.
“Baby please! It was a mistake!” Lincoln cries, falling behind me.
I need to get to a shuttle and get away from him.
His grasp is once again on my shoulder, pleading with me to wait.
“I said don’t fucking touch me!” I yell at him, and instinctively, when I turn around to get him off of me, I kick him straight in the balls.
His mouth flies open and he doubles over coughing before dropping to his knees on the ground and holding himself.
My heart crumples seeing him in pain, but that’s probably nothing in comparison to what he did to me.
Good.
Let that son of a bitch sit there.
“I hope your balls break! I hope they never work again, you fucking bitch!” I say as I spit in his direction, because it’s the worst thing I can think to do.
He treated me like absolute shit after I laid my heart out for him. This is supposed to be my husband, the person I feel safe with.
I need to get away from him before I do something drastic like beat him over the head with something.
“Gabby—” he chokes out, still unable to move.
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Chapter 21
Lincoln's POV
My mind is shattering right now. Before this even started, I knew full well that it wasn’t going to lead to any place good.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been to Sarah’s apartment. As a matter of fact, the day after I dropped Sarah at her apartment, she wanted to go home a little bit earlier, and so I took the shuttle with her to make sure she got home safe.
She invited me in so I could pee, and then when I was getting ready to leave, I asked her if she was going to be okay.
