Page 47 of An Unhinged Wedding

I can forgive a lot, but this is too much. Every story has a beginning, middle, and end. This is the end. I want a divorce.

Mia

The last wordsI ever expected to hear from my wife are,‘I want a divorce.’People in hell want ice water, but it doesn’t mean they get it. I will give Mia almost anything she wants. But divorce isn’t one of them. I’ll never fucking let her go. It doesn’t matter how badly I fucked up. I will never give up on her. On us.

MIA

Ikeep going over my mom’s letter in my head repeatedly. I miss Trevor terribly but can’t get past what he did. He knew I didn’t want children but chose his wishes over mine. What I wanted never mattered to him. Jade has told me the story of how Hunter didn’t give her an option, but I don’t agree. He did give her one because he told her his intentions. If she had asked him to stop, he would’ve. Trevor lied and said he was fine if I didn’t want to have children. He manipulated me. I thought I was on the pill. Otherwise, I never would’ve had sex without a condom. Hunter was honest. Trevor is a liar.

I wish he hadn’t done this to us. That he hadn’t put me in this situation. I don’t want to abort a baby. But I also don’t want to have a baby. I will not be a good mother. I’m not even sure I should be put in charge of a dog, let alone a human with far more needs. I was raised by monsters. Any nurturing, loving side I may have had when I was born is long gone. Monsters should not raise children. They do more harm than good. I know that better than anyone.

Trevor and I are over. It doesn’t matter how much I miss him. The man I thought he was would never have done this to me. Love doesn’t lie. Love is not trapping a woman into something she never wanted. Today, I’m taking my life back. I’m going to get the abortion, and then I’ll move on, without my husband.

Pulling up to the clinic, I take a deep breath as I park my car. This is not a decision any woman comes to lightly. My heart is broken knowing I’ll never meet my growing child. This is something I wish no woman ever had to consider. I know Willow will judge me when she finds out it’s been done. But it isn't even a choice. It’s simply what needs to be done.

I walk up to the door, reach up to open it, and a hand closes around my throat, pulling me against a brick wall of a chest. His other arm is across my chest, holding my arms down. I’m immobile. My first thought is it must be Joey. He has come for me. Then he whispers in my ear, “What do you think you’re doing, beautiful wife?”

Trevor. Fucking Trevor. Within seconds, he has handcuffs on my wrists and ankles. How the fuck!

He hoists me over his shoulder and starts walking.

“You’re kidnapping me?”

He chuckles, “Well you’re my wife. Is it really kidnapping?”

“Yes, it is,” I scream while kicking my legs as best I can. He opens his truck door, puts me inside, and buckles me in. Great. Now I’m even more bound. He closes the door and walks around to the driver's side, chuckling, “Ready to go home, Kitten?”

“I hate you.”

Trevor flashes me an amused expression as he starts the truck, “A mere week ago you vowed to love me until you die, Mia. Now you hate me? Which am I to believe?”

“Believe that I hate you. I loved the man I thought you were. This man? I hate him with every fiber of my being.”

Again, he laughs, which only further fuels my rage, “Oh baby, you’ll forgive me when you’re coming on my cock.”

I glare at him trying to show him how angry I am, “Your cock will never be inside me again.”

He runs his fingers up my bare thigh, under my skirt, “We will see, won’t we, Kitten?”

“Don’t fucking touch me, asshole.”

Trevor growls, “You’re my wife. You’re mine. I will touch what’s mine. But I won’t slide my dick into that pretty little cunt until you beg for it. I’m happy to wait until that happens.”

He pulls into the driveway of the house we shared, and I spit out through clenched teeth, “You’ll be waiting a lifetime.”

“My beautiful psycho, I’ve already waited several lifetimes for you. I’d gladly wait a hundred more. You’re worth the pain I’ll endure.”

Trevor gets out and comes around to my side, undoes my seatbelt, lifts me out, and carries me bridal style up to the door. He reaches over my body with his free hand, punches in the code, opens the door, and carries me inside.

“If I weren’t a prisoner, I could walk on my own.”

He carries me into the bedroom and lays me on the bed. Trevor rips open my shirt, sending buttons flying and causing me to gasp, “What the hell are you doing?”

Without a word, he lifts my skirt and feels between my thighs, “Where the fuck is it, Mia?”

He’s looking for my knife. More than anything, I wish I had it right now, along with the use of my hands.

“Afraid I might kill you?”

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