Why?

XII

Me, Karen, and Hannah were seated in the dining room when I heard the front door open, then close again. My arm froze in mid-air, clutching a spoon of Hannah's food, and Karen rolled her eyes as Lindsey entered the room looking incredibly dishevelled. "Where is she?" I scowled, forcing him back into the hallway and shutting the door behind us.
"Hotel. She's flying home first thing tomorrow."
"What? Why? Where's Will?"
"With her mother. We'll be divorcing when I go back to LA," He stated blankly.
"But...I told you to..." I stammered in disbelief.
"You don't get to tell me what to do all the time Stevie, that's not how relationships work."
"Oh really Lindsey? You know how else they don't work? When your fiancé lets other women suck his dick," I raged.
"Fvck you, stop living in the past."
"Right back at you, you fvcking disrespectful piece of shit, and living in the past? Really? Says the guy who had no problem begging for me back, years after I left your jealous ass, then again after you fvcked me over."
"Like you didn't fvck me for years afterward anyway." He laughed disingenuously, "Easy Stevie".
SLAP
"We are never going to be happy are we?" I choked, looking between his face and my hand, as his eyes widened in astonishment and pain. I reached for the door handle, desperate to get away from him, but he grabbed my wrist.
"Shut up, of course we can be!"
"Get off of me!"
"I fvcking love you." He claimed aggressively, cupping my face with a contrasting tenderness as I shook my head, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, baby I'd do anything for you, you know that," he whispered as my tears wet his hands and face,"I swear Stevie. I promise."
"Lindsey, I...I..."
"What is it?" We slid to the floor as he rocked me against his chest, pressing kisses all over my head.
"I just don't believe you anymore."