Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 53
I lurched forward, baby in one arm, and grabbed Addie with the other. “Addie, don’t,” I hissed. She stopped, her jaw clenched, her eyes laser beams burning holes in Katya where she stood.
Katya, realizing Addie wasn’t actually going to attack her, let out an angry huff and then collected herself. With a glower, she brushed past the both of us, and hissed “Psycho,” under her breath.
“I’ll show you psycho,” Addie muttered after her. “Addie, cool it. You can’t hit her. She’s pregnant.” “Her face isn’t pregnant,” she grumbled, still glaring after Katya, even though she’d escaped around another corner.
Within seconds, Abel appeared where Katya had just disappeared. “What’s going on? Why is Kat saying you’re crazy?” he asked his sister.
“The only crazy person here,” she snapped, “is you! For marrying that wretched shrew. Ugh,” she screeched.
“She’s awful Abel. You didn’t have to marry her just because she’s having your baby.” Addie took an angry step forward and reached her arm up to smack her brother upside the head. “Ow,” he growled.
“That’s for not telling me by the way. And making me related to that—that—that bitch.” “Hell, Add,” he rubbed the back of his head. “Maybe if I didn’t think you were going to hit me, I would have told you sooner.”
“You deserved that and you know it.” “Don’t make it worse, Addie. Please just leave her alone. This is my mess and you need to stay out of it.” “You’re damn right this is your mess. How could you get her pregnant?”
Abel blew out a heavy breath. “I’m not explaining the birds and bees to you little sister.” “Very funny,” she scowled. “Don’t worry, I’m going to fix it.”
“How about you just stop fucking up, big brother.” She shoved past him, and then it was just me and Abel and baby Amelia and a whole lot of awkwardness.
His concerned gaze bore into mine. “Did Kat say something to you?” Her name on his lips while he looked at me like that was too much. I ducked my eyes to Amelia, caressing my hand over the soft fuzz on her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
He stepped closer and laid his hand on my forearm, the one wrapped around Amelia. The touch was searing. Me, him, and a baby between us, a perverse scene of what might have been. My eyes lifted and connected with his.
So many emotions stared back at me through deep green eyes. “Of course it matters. I didn’t want her here. I didn’t want you to have to see her or deal with her. I promise, I’ll make sure she stays away from you.”
I laughed dryly and pulled back. “I don’t need you to protect me from her Abel. I don’t need anything from you, except for you to stop this.” “Stop what? Stop caring about you? I can’t.”
“No. Stop acting like it changes anything. It’s you I need the space from, Abel. I can’t take your sad looks and these secret little moments. You can’t just fix this. You can’t just make everything alright. I care about you Abel, and seeing you hurting hurts me, but I don’t deserve that.
I have enough of my own hurt. It’s not fair of you to put yours on me too. I’m not the one who did this.” I shouldered past him, the guilt of my harsh words constricting my chest, but I meant it.