Blinding Love 1 by Liv Bennett

Author:Liv Bennett [Bennett, Liv]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00L48ZXN6
Published: 2014-06-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

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Shelly calls me a little before six, and I hurry to gather my jacket and purse together with a USB flash drive with the dataset in it and meet her outside of my office building. I slide my arm through hers, rest my head on her shoulder, and recite the horrible details of my day as we walk to a café a block away.

“Oh, boy. This wasn’t your day. Jesus. What’s wrong with your husband? Are you going to forgive him after this? I’d kick him out of my life for good if I were you.”

“I don’t know if I can do that, but I can’t go back to our home and continue living under the same roof with him until we sort it out.”

“That’s at least something, but if you ask my personal opinion, there’s no way to sort out this kind of behavior. He crossed the line, and no amount of apology should be able to make it good again. Jesus, he called you a slut? What got into him?”

I shrug and work hard not to let the shock of Matt’s words get to me again. “So, until I find a more permanent solution, can I stay at your place?”

“Sure. I was getting tired of talking to the walls already. You can stay in the guest room for as long as you want.”

“Thank you, dear.”

We chat a bit more over wine about non-depressive things, like how Shelly met Terrance, the CEO of the company I work for, and the dorky things he does in bed, some of her jokes making me slap at my knees with laughter despite the horror of my day.

My hands shake as I get in my car and turn on the engine. Seeing my anxiety, Shelly slides onto the passenger seat, rather than heading to her home directly, to be by my side when I face Matt again. With her presence, I find myself less fearful about the prospect of talking to Matt, something which should never occur in a loving marriage.

“It’s totally your call, but I think I should come upstairs with you when you break the news to your husband,” Shelly points out as I pull into the parking lot of the apartment building.

“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. I’d like to talk to him alone.”

“What if…you know, he hits you? He doesn’t seem to be his usual self today. Maybe that’s his usual self but he was good at hiding it from you all these years. I’m just saying, it’s better to be prepared than sad.” I see fear in her eyes, fear for me, and it dawns on me that she might be right to be worried about me after his angry eruption today.

“Do you think he can go that far?”

“There’s no way to tell that for sure, but I’d like my friend to be safe, sound, and in one piece.”

I nod, my chest tight with the emotions stirring inside—fear, frustration, apprehension, and also grief…grief of losing trust in my husband and his willingness to put our happiness above everything else in his life.

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