I waved him off dismissively. “Leave, Timothy. I’m very sure now that we’re not suited for each other.”
Timothy grabbed my hand. “Yvonne, I’ve told you you’re the one I love. What more do you want?”
“What more do I want? I want you to fuck off and never show yourself around me or Tabitha! You disgust me!” I roared and swung his hand
away.
Timothy was stunned, and then he looked sad, like he was a puppy that got scolded by its owner. “I disgust you?”
I sneered. “What makes you think you don’t?
“Your ego and paranoia made sure you neglected me, verbally abused me, and squeezed out every last drop of value I had for you. You made me a suspicious woman. An anxious woman. You robbed me of my admiration for love and marriage.
“After all these years of subjecting me to torture, now you tell me you love me? You don’t know what love is at all!”
We were married for five years. If he had even an ounce of love for me, we’d never have gotten into this much of a mess.
Timothy had no argument for that. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. I had nothing more to say to him, so I got up and tried to close the door, but he put his hand on it.
I raised my head in fury, but then I saw how red his eyes were, and it scared me a little, I’d never seen him lose his composure like this, and I froze for a moment.
There was confusion and agony in his eyes, but he spoke through all of that. “My head’s a mess right now. I think I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but I’ll find out the truth. Just wait for me. I will not sign the papers, I swear. Just wait for me. When I find out the truth, I’ll come back for you. For Tabitha.”
Then, he stumbled off before I could say anything. I scoffed quietly. Unbelievable. He was so sure that Tabitha and I would still accept him even after everything we’d gone through.
She saw him off and muttered, “Dad wants us to wait for him.”
“Do you believe him?”
Tabitha shook her head. I smiled. Neither did I, but it didn’t matter whether he came back or not.
