Zane's Addicted with a Twist by Zane

Author:Zane
Language: eng, spa
Format: epub
Publisher: Atria Books

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JEMISTRY

Prologue

“Violence can only be concealed by a lie, and the lie can only be maintained by violence.”

—Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

2000

It had been three weeks since the abortion. What a way to kick off the new millennium. At a time when I should have been happy—recently getting my master’s in Education, working as a high school Social Studies teacher, and making decent money—all I felt was ashamed.

Wesley had been making an attempt to improve his behavior. He had no idea that I had been pregnant. As far as I was concerned he never would find out that I had killed our child. I didn’t want to do it, never thought that I would find myself in that place, not to mention that I had never imagined that I could go through with it. But I had, and not another living soul knew about it with the exception of the people at the clinic. I had not shared it with any of my family or friends. I could not bear to have them think anything negative about me.

“What’s for dinner?” Wesley asked as he walked into the kitchen of the town house we were renting in Georgetown. “I’m starved.”

“I made some chicken and noodles, and a spinach salad,” I replied, washing the pots in the sink. I always preferred to clean up before eating. Afterward I would be too stuffed to do it and I did not believe in leaving dirty dishes overnight. “I’ll get you a plate. Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll have everything together by the time you get finished.”

After I had served both of us, I sat down across from him at the dining room table.

Wesley started digging into his food like there was no tomorrow. I stared at him and even though he was incredibly good-looking, that was not enough to overshadow all of his actions.

You’re too good of a woman to keep putting up with his shit!

He was guzzling his beer, having not noticed that I had yet to touch my plate, when I blurted out, “I’m leaving you.”

He almost spit the liquid out but managed to swallow it as he placed the bottle back down. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jemistry. You and I both know that you’re not going anywhere.”

“I am . . . going. I’ll leave tonight and come back tomorrow, or this weekend for my things. If that’s cool with you?”

“No, the shit is not cool with me!” he yelled out in anger. “You’re not going anyplace. I won’t allow it.”

I sighed. “I’m grown and I can do what I want. We’re not married and—”

“Yet!” he interjected. “We’re not married yet, but we will be.”

“Never!” I exclaimed, getting loud myself. “It’s over, Wesley!”

He smirked and took another bite of his food. “All you’ve ever wanted was me. Now you think that you’re going to walk off into the night like everything is everything? You sound foolish.”

“No, I’ve been foolish, and that’s the point.

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