Page 8 of Shattered Dreams
Sothat'swhy he told me. Not because he feels bad or has any fucking regret. It’s because he is being exposed.
"Classy."
"It's because I tried to end it?—"
My hand connects with his cheek before I register moving, the crack echoing through the room as my palm ignites with pain. It won't hurt him, but my god, it feels good. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my lungs struggling for air, black spots dancing in my vision.
My husband, the adulterer. The one whopromisedI was different. That it was only me.
All the while his daughter asks where her daddy is while he's balls deep in some fucking woman. Bile rises in my stomach when I wonder how old she is. Mygod.
I've been so fucking stupid.
"You should never have started it! I want you to leave. Rightfuckingnow," I demand, as he looks at me, shaking his head, reaching for me like he has any fucking right.
"No, please let me explain?—"
"Roman," I seethe, fists clenched at my sides as I back away. "I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear from you. I want you to leave—now."
I'm shaking, my stomach twisting as he stands, his head bowed.
"But I love you," he whispers, almost to himself.
A snort escapes me, the idea of him claiming he fucking loves me too absurd to bear.
This fucker wouldn’t know love if it sat on his dick.
Then I'm sobbing, deep, guttural moans tearing from my chest. My ears ringing.
My world disintegrates before my eyes.
Roman reaches out, fingers brushing my forearms before I lash out, shoving and slapping repeatedly before he grabs both my arms, his eyes blazing.
"I'll go. Just stop. Please, stop."
I shove him away, collapsing to the floor as my body surrenders to the pain radiating through every fibre. I'm raw, flesh stripped away, exposed nerve endings firing with electricity, bleeding into nothing.
How could he do this to me? To us?
I hear him snatch his keys, the metal scraping against the bowl we fucking chose together, laughing about how domesticated we were.
Even that sound makes me want to scream.
My hands clutch at my chest, trying to keep my heart from spilling onto the floor even as it shatters.
He pauses at the door, his gaze finding mine, eyes shining with tears.
I shake my head, wanting him gone. If he stays another second, I will kill him.
My husband, the cheater. The father of my child. The love of my life.
Ruined.
I pull myself up when the door closes.
Moments later, Roman's engine starts, and I dash to the bathroom, my stomach emptying violently into the toilet bowl.
I can't breathe, but I know this is only the beginning.
