Chapter 33SEB
It"s been three days in hell. I was broken, jaded, and defeated when I left her apartment. She didn"t want me anymore, she didn"t love me, and she"s filing a f*****g divorce.
We"ve been only married for less than a f*****g month, and this is driving me s**t. Jesus, I want to die, and I want to f*****g kill whoever is stalking her, and I swear I make him pay.
Just thinking that I"m going to lose her very soon. No, I"m not going there. No. Not happening. I"d rather die, and I want Abby back. I want my Abby back.
"Did you hear anything from her?" Pat asks, and he"s sitting beside me in my minibar.
"Nope. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not a single f*****g word, single blank message, a single call, or single voicemail." I drink another shot of whiskey—this has been my water for the p
