ABBY
There’s always a villain in the movie who makes the hero’s life miserable. It also happens in real life. Although I’m not a heroine, this creepy stalker is the villain in my story.
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ABBY“I’ve been waiting for you all these years to grow up into a woman. I’ve been watching you all the time, wherever you go, whatever you do. I scared them away, but you let that motherfucker fuck you.”
ABBYMy heart is still in my throat as I check the peephole to see who knock. Somehow, I feel relieved.I roll my eyes before I answer. “What do you want, Logan? I thought I already made it clear that I don’t want anything from all of you.”
SEBIt’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, and she’s filing a fucking divorce.We’ve been only married for less than a fucking month, and this is driving me shit. Jesus, I want to die, and I want to fucking kill whoever is stalking her, and I swear I make him pay.
SEB“Sebastian, what divorce?” I squeeze my eyes shut and press my lips together. Shit.
ABBY“Abby, where is your phone?” Logan asks and looks pissed while Mason is already sitting in the passenger seat.“Did you wake up on the wrong side of your bed? It’s in my bag.” I roll my eyes
ABBYThey’
ABBY“Seriously, man. Stop giving us heart problems. I’m still too young to ie. And who would have thought in love Seb could turn him into dipsomaniac,” Pat teases Seb, making everyone laugh.“Stop making fun of me, sucker.” My husband turns into re
SEBThe unknown call my wife received keeps me awake after the fourth orgasms for tonight that Abby promised. My beautiful wife is already sleeping soundly in bed with hair spreads all over the pillow. Her naked back makes me want me to crawl back to bed and take her from behind.I dial Logan. I know he’s already awake, and it’s already five in the morning.
ABBYThirteen months later…I walk through the crowd to search for my family. Today is m
SEBAfter sending a group message to everyone that I’m going to be a dad, I get inside Abby’s room. She’s still sleeping. The doctor advised rest for the night. It’s confirmed that Abby is indeed eight weeks pregnant.
SEBJesus, please, don’t let me think that. I check her phone while she’s sleeping, but I don’t find anything, or maybe I’m just overthinking, and she’s pressured with moving in and her college. I check
SEBIt’s almost dinner when we arrive at the beach house. I show her the rest of the house, and the last one I take her to is the second-floor terrace.“Oh
ABBYI wake up earlier than usual. Seb is already in his gym. After kissing me good night last night, he didn’t bother me anymore. I still slept in his arms, though. I want to make love with him, but he still thinks that I have my period. I feel so guilty for lying and for not letting him make love to me. That was the first night that we just end up sleeping without h
ABBYThree weeks later…“So when is the big day?” Becca asks while licking her ice cream from the spoon.
SEBMom has been busy redecorating my penthouse to make very welcoming and homie for Abby. Mom called my place once Sebastian-like—masculine but luxurious. Since I’m already married, and Abby will stay with me, my penthouse should transform into a combination of Abby and me.
ABBYI feel like I’ve been in a trainwreck—every inch hurts. My right hand is heavy with something warm. I remember being rescued by cops, and I heard my husband calling me. I also remember being in the hospital, the doctors and nurses were checking me up, then they injected me something for pain, then I fall asleep.
SEB“Cops are on their way to the location,” Lincoln informs me after I tell him the address of the land title.It’s twelve miles from my house. Lincoln and I