Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 65
The door banged open behind me and I spun around.
“Abel, we need to talk about this. We need to stay strong for each other. That’s what marriage is.”
I barked out a bitter laugh. “What is there to say, Kat? You killed the only reason I married you.”
Her face looked like I’d slapped her, but my gut felt like she’d rammed a bat into it. I knew she killed the baby.
If not with drugs, then by not taking care of herself. Or hell, she might have had the abortion.
I wouldn’t put it past her, and I didn’t need her to admit it. She got what she wanted when I put that damn ring on her finger.
“Abel, please. It’s not my fault I lost the baby.”
“Isn’t it?” I retorted. “Didn’t you tell me to my face you were going to get rid of it?
That’s the whole fucking reason for the ring on your finger. You wanted a commitment, a guarantee I wouldn’t leave you to raise a baby alone, and it still wasn’t enough.”
She shook her head and curled her fingers around my forearm. “I didn’t do this. You have to believe me.
I wanted our baby. I still want a baby with you. We can try again, Abel.” I shook off her hand. “Are you out of your damned mind?”
“Abel,” she cried, but I was done listening. I left her standing there, even as she called after me, “Abel, don’t walk away. I love you!”
I nearly slammed into Gabe turning the corner. “What is going on? I just saw Gio. Did you bust up his face?” “He gave Kat coke. She lost the baby, Gabe.”
“What?”
The rage and pain were choking me, making it hard to breathe or see straight. My whole body was shaking with it. “You heard me.”
“Shit” he muttered. “Are you okay?” Did I look fucking okay? He must have read my murderous expression. “Shit, right, stupid question.”
I raked a hand through my hair. “I’m gonna kill him.” “Just take it easy, man.” He set his hands on my shoulders. “That won’t help anything.”
But it would make me feel better. He’d had an ass kicking coming for a long time now, and this . . . fuck. I shoved past Gabe, following the trail of blood on the floor. I found him in the dressing room, hunched over on the couch, a rag to his face and Lowell standing over him.
They both looked up as I entered. “What do you want now?” Gio hissed through the rag. “You piece of shit,” I spat.
“If she didn’t want your damn baby, that’s between the two of you. It’s got nothing to do with me. I can’t say that I blame her though.”
“Motherfucker,” I growled and charged toward him. Lowell jumped into my path, and Gabe wrapped an arm around me from behind and started dragging me backwards. I wrenched free of his hold and shoved him back. “Get off me!”
Man, you’ve got to calm down.” Kat appeared in the doorway over his shoulder. “Get out of here,” I barked at her. “No, we have to talk about this.” I picked up the guitar propped on a stand, not caring that it was mine, and swung it at the wall.
It snapped and splintered on impact, the sound reverberated through the small space. Everyone in the room recoiled. I tossed the pieces aside. “Go!” I roared. “I have nothing else to say to you.” With a sob, she turned and fled. “You’re an asshole,” Gio spat.
I couldn’t even turn to look at him again. If I did, I was going to beat him within an inch of his life. I shouldered past Gabe and out of the dressing room. I needed out of here right now.
My entire body was vibrating with fury and grief, and any second, I was going to explode or crumble. Probably both, and I didn’t want to be here when it happened. I staggered down the hall in the direction of the exit.
I spotted Gio’s shit still leaned against the wall and the anger overtook me again. I kicked out at the case holding his beloved guitar and it crashed to the floor, lid popping open.
I grabbed up his instrument and swung it as hard as I could at the cement wall, getting immense satisfaction from the way it broke apart the same way my guitar had. I tossed the pieces down and gave his bag a kick just for good measure, and then got the hell out of there.
My car was waiting at the back of the venue. I ignored the confused looks I got from security on my way out and climbed behind the wheel of the Ferrari.
I peeled out of the arena and onto the road, my hands squeezing the steering wheel like it was Gio’s throat. My own throat felt tight, like I was choking on the black emotions clawing their way up. My stomach rolled and twisted with the urge to be sick.