The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Lily didn’t hold back. “You’re the one who let Elsa into your life. You gave her the chance to sleep with you. That’s on you. So take responsibility–for her and for the baby she’s carrying. Stop chasing after me and wrecking my life just because you’re miserable!”

John felt the sting of her words. Guilt swept over him, and for a moment, he couldn’t say a word.

He truly regretted it.

He regretted telling Elsa the code to the front door.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, Lily’s trembling fingers reached toward the nightstand. She grabbed the heavy glass tumbler.

With all her strength, she smashed it against John’s head.

John froze, completely stunned.

His eyes instantly turned red.

Pain, confusion, humiliation, disbelief.

He looked completely lost, like a kid who’d just been left behind.

In the four years they’d been together, Lily had always treated him with love and care.

She handled everything on her own and never overlooked a thing.

If he got hurt, even just a scrape, she’d worry herself sick. She’d give anything to take his pain away and carry it for him.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it–how could someone who loved and doted on him so much bring herself to smash a glass into his forehead?

The shock and pain overwhelmed him. He didn’t know how to react.

It wasn’t until she raised the glass to strike again that he snapped out of it and grabbed her wrist, rough and forceful.

His eyes flared blood–red, rage pouring out of them like a storm.

in a ragged breath, then asked in a shaking voice, “Lily… you hit

her right hand he had it locked in a tight grip. But she gritted her teeth, raised her left hand, and slapped him hard

from his forehead, and the slap twisted his flawless,

nearly half a minute, trying

really hit him. Hard enough to

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she really

divorced. How could she possibly

she loved. To John, she was his. And

the glass out of her hand and tossed it across the room. Then he pulled her into his arms, gripping her tight with possessive force. “Yeah, James touched you… but he’s gone now. You’re still mine. Lily, your body, your heart–they’re mine, and they always

he pressed a desperate, possessive kiss down

“Don’t touch me!”

her head to the side, disgusted, clearly refusing

toward him, intent on kissing her, on claiming her no matter what–but suddenly, there was a knock

the hospital, he had already made

his team to

must

Perfect timing.

He released

expected, two of his

of them handed him a small bottle. John took it, walked

pills. James doesn’t deserve to have a child with you.

stupid–she knew exactly what those

desperately wanted to keep the

been a mom

she remembered what it felt