Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 4
I pulled my head back, so my eyes could actually focus on whatever she’d shoved in front of them. Someone in the group had taken a picture and posted it on social media. Nothing scandalous, just me and Lowell sitting on the sofa, some b-list actress in his lap, and the girl Gabe had forcibly removed from beside me just in time—Shawna?
I darted my gaze up to Kat’s. “Are you serious right now?”
“Yes, I’m serious right now. I’m at home and you’re out with another girl behind my back.”
“Kat, look around, do you see me with another girl? I told you I was out with the guys, and look, here they are.” I swung my arm in a sweeping gesture at Gabe and Lowell, who wouldn’t find this tirade anything new. Tripp and the others with us were staring like they didn’t know what they were witnessing. “There’s nothing going on in that picture.” And there wasn’t. The girl was sitting next to me, that’s it, not even looking at me. She was talking to the girl in Lowell’s lap.
Kat sniffed and drew the phone back, folding her arms across her ample chest. “Well that’s not how it looked.”
“That’s exactly how it looks. You knew damn well nothing was happening in that picture.”
“Don’t yell at me,” she hissed. “It’s not my fault. I’m just emotional right now, and I was lonely at home by myself, and I saw the picture and—”
“Overreacted as usual, Kat.” I stood cutting her off and grabbing her wrist and hauling her away from the center of attention where she could make a spectacle. She stumbled along with my angry strides. “What do you want from me?” I asked, stopping out of earshot of everyone around us. “I can’t go out anymore? Is that it?”
She jerked her wrist free and crossed her arms in front of her again. “What do you expect me to do, Abel? Just sit home like a good little wife while you get to party it up?”
“Bloody hell, I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me Kat. I don’t know what else I can do, but I can’t keep doing this. You wanted me to prove I was committed to you, so I did.” I grabbed her hand and raised the giant rock I put on her finger in front of her eyes. “You’re wearing my damn ring on your finger.” I dropped her hand and it fell to her side.
“I moved you into my place, and it still wasn’t enough. I’ve bent over backwards to make you happy, but nothing does. You’re at every show, every rehearsal, every studio session. And the few times we’re apart, you accuse me of cheating, of sneaking around behind your back, and I’m not going to put up with it, Kat. This psycho shit has to stop. Now. I needed one damn night to breathe, Kat. One night, that’s all I wanted. I wasn’t cheating on you or hitting on anyone else. Hell, I’ve hardly even spoken to a single woman besides the damn waitress.”
“I’m sorry,” she blurted angrily, “but this is a lot for me to deal with too. I’m not working. All of my friends are blowing me off because suddenly I’m not fun anymore. And you, whenever we’re together you’re moody and act like you can’t stand to be around me.”
“Because you keep pulling shit like this, Kat. When we’re together, all you do is bitch about how all this is ruining your life and your fun and it’s all my fault.”
“It is your fault,” she cried, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s your fault I’m acting like a crazy bitch. My career could be ruined, and you don’t even care. You don’t care about anything I’m going through. You hate me, and I don’t think I can take it anymore.”
I tipped my head up to the ceiling, drawing in a calming breath before I looked at her again. “Kat, I don’t hate yo u,” I ground out slowly, although every day she tipped me closer. I couldn’t say that, though, lest I push her over the edge.
“You don’t even want to be married to me, do you?” she wailed. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this. You’re going to leave me, and I’m going to have no career left and end up like those pathetic celebrities everyone feels sorry for.”
I clenched my jaw and raked a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly through my nose. “Kat, calm down.” I grabbed her hand and laced my fingers with hers. “I’m not leaving you. I’m committed to you. I’m committed to us. But you’re suffocating me.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
I thought about the text my mom sent earlier. “Kat, I think maybe we could both use a time out.”