“I’m free. Do you know how good it feels?” She does a spin, and Lucas and I look at each other.
“Go and spin your ass somewhere else. You want me to go home and tell my woman you’ve been prancing around naked in front of me? She may come over and beat your ass,” Lucas warns her.
Abigail looks at him, completely unfazed, then shrugs before she walks off.
“So, about your wife…” Lucas says.
“She isn’t my wife.”
“So why are all her things still here?” He nods in the direction of all her products.
“I haven’t had time to get rid of everything.”
“Bullshit. You don’t want to. There is a difference.” The psycho, at it again, with his accurate and infuriating presumptions.
“The fucked-up part is that I didn’t even want to be married,” I mutter as I walk past him out of the bathroom.
“And now you got your wish.”
“So it would seem.” I sigh, entering my closet to get dressed.
“Jake should be arriving tomorrow. Do you plan to see him? Or better yet, her?”
My phone starts ringing, and I see Jake’s name flash on the screen. Reaching for it, I put it on speaker.
“You owe me half a million,” are his first words.
“Why is that?”
“I have your little wife.”
“You can keep her.” The words taste sour as they leave my mouth.
“You know that’s not how I run my business. Meet me tomorrow at the airport to collect her. She’s a bit shaken. He’s been beating her.”
“How do you know?” Something in me misses a beat. The Adora I know would never allow someone to touch her without her consent. So if he hit her once, and she fought back, it has to be bad.
“She won’t say, but I have a doctor with her right now. Her face is black and blue, and the way she bends, I would assume she has bruised ribs, if not broken.”
I look to Lucas, my blood boiling.
“Did she appear hurt when we saw her?” Lucas says.
“No,” I respond through a clenched jaw.
“It looks recent. She took off her makeup that first night and her face was red, handprints on her too.”
“I’ll transfer you the money.”
“I’ll text you the details.” He hangs up, and I toss my phone on the bed to stop myself from throwing it into a wall.
“Keir is not going to be happy,” Lucas warns.
“It’s his fault. How many fucking times do I need to say it? He demanded I marry her.”
“Yeah, then he undemanded it.” Lucas laughs.
Abigail walks in again, now dressed. Thank fuck.