Page 136 of Salvage Him
"I don't remember signing divorce papers." He turned away from me. "You got a lawyer. Why? Was that supposed toscareme?"
"I—" He didn't let meanswer.
"I came home to tell you the reason my lawyer hadn't sent you the papers was because I thought we could work it out. I cleared my schedule. We need time together.” Paul held up the phone. “And then I findthese."
I turned, lunged for the door, and yankeditopen.
Paul shoved it closed and stood behind me. He pressed his body into me. His breath hot on the back ofmyneck.
"No. I told you. This ends now." Hegrowled.
Icringedaway.
He held me in place with his body, his hands anchored on either sideofme.
"You're not going anywhere," he whispered as he pressed his nose against the side of my neck andinhaled.
"Paul, please let me go," Icried.
"Nope. You're not going anywhere." He kissed me on theshoulder.
I groaned as bile rose in mythroat.
Paul dropped his hands. He stepped back, giving me a bit ofspace.
I inhaled and turned around tofacehim.
"Is this what you really want?" Paul averted his eyes and rubbed his face. "To be humiliated and degraded. Is that what makes you feelloved?"
"You don't understand,"Isaid.
"You're right about that. I don't." Paul shook his head. "You are going to stop seeing Harrison you disgusting piece of trash, and we're going to work this out. You may be a liar and a cheater and disgust me with your sexual proclivities, but I'm willing to work on it for the sake of our marriage, our future, andourkids."
He turned away from the door and walked back into theapartment.
I kept my back against the door. His insults hurt myheart.
"Kids?" My throat hitched. "I'm not stayingwithyou."
Paul spun around and slidtowardme.
I flattened myself againstthedoor.
"Yes, you are because if you don't, I'll tell Harrison's father, his family, what he is. I'll tell them how he goes into the homes of sweet, innocent women"—Paul caressed my face—"and brainwashes them and beats them andfucksthem."
Iturnedaway.
"How he has to tie a woman up and hit her to get off. I'll show them the text messages. I'll tell them everything. And you know what? It will ruin him. It will ruin you, too." Paul bowedhishead.
"You can't do that," I whispered. My voicewasgone.
"I will." He stood in front of me, too close. He leaned in tokissme.
I turnedmyhead.
Paul ran his hand under my dress between my legs. The back of his hand rubbed against mypussy.
Instead of pushing his hand away, I reached up and with all my strength, hit him intheface.
