Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 66
I zipped in and out of the lanes as I navigated New York traffic.
I was halfway back to my penthouse before I realized I couldn’t go there. It wasn’t just my place anymore.
It was our place. And I couldn’t see her again. Not when I was this angry.
I flipped a U-turn and found a place to pull over. Instinctively I reached toward the passenger seat for my phone, but it wasn’t there.
Dammit, I really needed to quit breaking those things, but there was something immensely satisfying about destroying shit.
I hit my hand against the wheel, cursing myself. I needed to call my parents and tell them not to bother showing up to the show tonight.
There wouldn’t be one. Maybe they’d be at Addie’s. If nothing else, I had a key to her loft and could call them from there.
I pulled back onto the street and cranked the volume on my radio. My eardrums vibrated, my brain pounded, and the speakers in my car rattled.
Gabe and my manager were probably losing their shit over the mess I’d made. If my phone wasn’t in pieces back at the venue, it would be blowing up. I was in deep shit. No way would I be able to get away with blowing off a show, night of.
But I couldn’t deal with that right now. My vision blurred, and I realized that it was because tears were welling in my eyes.
I cursed and wiped at them angrily. I drew in a few deep breaths, the thing beating inside my chest aching painfully with each one, and focused on not wrecking my car as I wove my way toward Manhattan. Everything had changed with those words, “I’m pregnant.”
It’d taken me a few days to adjust to the idea of being a father, but once I had . . . that baby was the only thing getting me through the hell of being stuck with Kat. The one bright spot. And now the baby was gone.
Not gone. Dead. It had been alive, and now he or she wasn’t. “Fuuuck!” I roared and slammed my hand against the wheel and hot tears ran down my cheeks. “I don’t know what to do.” I drew a hand over my face and then let my head hang.
Mom’s hand came to rest on my back and I tipped my chin up to meet her soft gaze. “It’s going to be okay.” “I don’t see how,” I admitted and looked away, staring out over the balcony at Gramercy Park below. If nothing else, Addie’s place had a decent view.
“You don’t have to see how. That’s the beauty of faith, Abel.” “What am I supposed to do now? I can’t go home because she lives there too. I guess I should probably call my lawyer. I’m going to need an entire team of them when the label comes after me, anyway.”
“There will be time to call lawyers later. You need to give yourself time to process. You can’t bottle it up or make it go away that easily.” “Believe me, I know that,” I said more gruffly than she deserved.
“Then talk to me. Do you really believe Katya intentionally ended her pregnancy?” My mother’s face was etched with heartbreak and I knew she didn’t want to believe it. Born to a single, teenage mom who could have aborted her, and as a mom who had almost lost one of her babies, I knew this was an emotional subject for her.
Also, there was the fact that I didn’t think there was anyone in the world who loved babies as much as my mom. “I don’t know. I caught her snorting coke in the bathroom, and she didn’t seem that broken up about losing the baby, only me finding out.” The image of her guilty expression brought the anger bubbling right back up to the surface.
“That doesn’t mean she did it. Or that she isn’t hurt over the loss. She may not show it the way you expect, but every woman who has carried a child inside her feels it deeply when that life is gone, even if she chose it. Your father and I never told you guys, but about a year before I became pregnant with Aiden, I had a miscarriage. With the medications, the pregnancy didn’t take. My body fought it, and I lost the baby at eight weeks.”
My gut twisted.