The Divine Temptation (18+) (Forbidden Priest Romance)

43. She's gone

Even in laughter the heart may ache, and rejoicing may end in grief.

Proverbs 14:13 (NIV)

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Gabriel

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I notice the eerily quietness of the church as I walk through, and down the aisle. It's been extra quiet since Evangeline left for her wedding. I walk through the back towards my office, pulling out my key to unlock it, but as I push the key in the hole, the door pushes forward slightly, I brush it off as me forgetting to lock it. However, as I walk through the door, I see my father sitting behind my desk.

"What are you doing here?" I sternly ask. He's sat upright on the chair, hands clasped together and resting on the desk.

"Did you think you were smarter than me, son?" He asks, I sense this is about Bethany knowing I married Evangeline, I square my shoulders slightly as I walk further into the room.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I mildly reply. Admitting to nothing.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out that you married the town's whore" my father quickly raises his voice as he now stands to circle the desk.

"You don't have a right to talk about her like that, and if you're going to speak about her like that you can get the fuck out" I venomously spit.

He scoffs, and a sickly smile crosses his face.

"Do you think she'll be around long when she finds out?" My face twists in confusion as my heart rate slowly increases.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, fearful of the answer. His smile sticks, as he pulls out his phone. "What have you done?" I take a step forward, my hands balling into fists to my side.

He opens his phone before a cracking audio plays out loud.

"I-I'm pregnant," Bethany says

"Is it mine?" My voice sounds through the phone.

There's a weird break in the audio, a cut out of the actual conversation that actually occurred.

"There's no one else that I would rather be with, and what Evangeline and I have was just a ploy to make you jealous. Oh Bethany, forgive me" My voice echoes the office walls again, as I realise what's been done.

Years and years of anger that I've bottled up over several years simmers to the surface, as I push my father into the wall, bringing my arm up to his neck. I press my arm hard, which impacts his windpipe, as he sputters out a few words.

"You should have never of underestimated me, son" He says between breaths. His sickly breath is hot on my face, as I dig my arm in harder. Years of anger and rage of pain he caused my mum and bottled up for this entire moment.

"If anything happens to her if you've hurt her emotionally or physically. God help me because I will fucking kill you," I spit.

I push deeper and deeper, until for once in my life I catch fear in his eyes, for once in my life I see him an inch from his life, and I can't help but wished it was his life I saw drain from his eye's rather than my mum's.

I push further into his neck one last time before pulling myself off, he collapses to the floor, gasping for air.

"You - will - marry - her. Be a man for once and take responsibility" he still pleading a case as he battles for air, crumbled on the floor, I crouch down my head over his.