“You love this fucking thing more than me,” I yell, shaking my head angrily. “You think it’s okay to shatter my dreams, my world, to get your dick wet? Well, now, you can watch and pay the fucking price.”
I discard the bottle to the ground, the final piece smashing.
“It wasn’t like that,” he says desperately.
“What was it like?” I ask, arching a brow. “Did you just trip and your dick landed in the first bit of wet pussy available to you?”
He rushes down the steps towards me, and I snatch up the second bottle of wine, hurling it at his feet. It explodes, spraying his boots with wine and stopping him in his tracks.
“Don’t fucking come near me.”
I reach into the pannier on the back of his bike and pull out a screwdriver, holding it towards him like a weapon I’m not afraid to use. And then a wide grin spreads across my face, and an audible groan leaves Drifter.
I stab the screwdriver into his leather seat, the rip of the material satisfying. And then I carve my name into it. I want him to get on this every day and be reminded of the pain he’s caused me.
“Perfect,” I whisper, admiring my handiwork.
I sigh, exhaustion catching up. I push the screwdriver into the back tyre, smirking when the air whistles out.
“Maybe next time you’ll think with your fucking head and not your dick.” I shove past him, my shoulder knocking him sideways as I pass.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ROCHELLE
My eyes fill with unshed tears as I climb the stairs to our bedroom. I slam the door behind me, and the smell of Drifter hits me instantly. My chest tightens.
How could I have been so fucking stupid to think he wouldn’t stray? He’s no better than my father was.
My hands drift to my stomach. This baby growing inside me, something we created together, now feels tainted. Today is supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Instead, I’m about to become a single mum.
How did it get so complicated?
“Your father doesn’t even know you exist,” I whisper, pressing my palm flat against my stomach, “and he’s no longer worthy of either of us.”
My back slides down the door until I collapse in a heap on the floor. A lump swells in my throat, stealing the air from my lungs. My heart pounds so hard, it hurts. I drag my knees to my chest, curling around my stomach, holding myself, holding my unborn child.
A scream tears from me, piercing and broken, ricocheting off the walls.
I’ve lost everything.
My heart feels like it’s splintering into a thousand pieces. The life I once knew, the life I’d cherished, is gone. For what? A skanky club girl.
My hands fist in my hair, tugging at the roots as the full weight of it crashes over me. I was never enough for him. He chose another woman over me.
We’ve been together since I was a teenager. We were always meant to be forever.
And now . . .I’m alone.
The very foundations of my life crumbles beneath me. Memories of my parents flood back, Mum always turned a blind eye when he strayed, even when I questioned her.
“It’s just part of the club life,” she used to say.
Not for me. Not for my child. I won’t raise a baby thinking this is normal. If you love someone, you don’t shatter their world.
Tears stream down my cheeks as my body shakes with sobs.
He doesn’t love me. If he did, he wouldn’t have done this to me . . . to us.
