"You know, while I was on my way here, I thought, god... I miss her so much, can't wait to see the look on her face when I walk in and surprise her. Turns out, you had a surprise for me, just not the good kind, where a person is happy afterwards." Lindsey was standing looking out the window, unable to look at Stevie. "I don't get it. I gave you everything, I left Kristen for you, I left my kids for you. What else does it take for me to have you, to not have to share you? Have you not matured at all? This is giving me flashbacks to when you'd be drunk and high out of your mind, passing yourself to anyone who so much as looked at you twice. I had to watch it happen from aside and pretend that it was absolutely normal." He wanted to hurt her like she did him. He knew she hated the things she had done in the past, it made her feel disgusted with herself and he made sure for those feelings to resurface now. "You're a mother, Stephanie, you're a wife. This is not a right way to behave at your age. What made you go back to that man? What does he know about you that I don't? What can he do for you that I can't? Has sex with me become old and boring? I get he's a few years younger than me, I can't have my way with you against the wall that often anymore and I know how much you love that. Is this whole thing about you getting tired of me in bed? Because gee, I can't think of anything else. One thing you always loved was being fucked, that's what you've always been good at too. How many, mm? Just how many bastards have found home between your pretty thighs? How many dicks have you sucked? How many rockstar drug addicts have gone done on you? I feel... It makes me sick I'm in love with someone like you after everything you've done to me, after every man you've been with behind my back. I forgave you each and every time, I thought that maybe one day you'll come to your senses, that you'll grow up. I see I've been terribly wrong. I was so stupid... I should have just stayed with Kristen, she never complained much, yeah, she had her moments of annoying me, but all in all, she stayed quiet for the most part. But no, I had to follow after the love of my life! Have you thought about how selfish you're being? Everything always has to be about queen Stephanie, right? I sacrificed so much for you, a family, seeing my kids every day, seeing them grow. Do you realize that I have feelings too? That I fucking hurt too?"
"Well, now you know how I had felt from the moment you got Kristen pregnant." Stevie finally spoke up and he turned to face her.
"You have to be kidding me... So, this... has this been some revenge on me? I made a mistake over fifteen years ago and now you decide to make me pay for it?"
"Better late than never. I'm a pretty good actress after all, aren't I?"
Lindsey laughed bitterly. "You're joking, right? You made me divorce my wife than marry you so you can get back at me?"
"I also enjoyed the part of rubbing her nose in the fact that she might be young and beautiful, but you will never get over me. You will always find your way back to me, that I will always haunt you."
"I can't believe you..." He said nothing for a moment after that, until he come up to her and grabbed her arm not too gently.
"What are you doing?! Let go off me!"
"Do you love him?" Lindsey's voice was low and firm. The tears welling in her eyes didn't do anything for him. "Do you love that son of a bitch?"
"Yes!" She screamed in his face. He flashed her the most evil smile she had ever seen and felt him tug at her arm to follow him. "Let go off me! What's wrong with you?!"
He dragged her to the bedroom and pushed her on the bed. "We'll see if he wants you back, when I'm done with you or are you going to crawl back to me and beg me to forgive you."
"Lindsey, no!"
He didn't listen, he didn't care about her protests. He forced his mouth over hers and she fought hard to get away from under him. He undid the sash of her robe she had put on to cover herself up and separated it.
"Lindsey, please... I don't want this!"
He wasted no time as he pulled his jeans down while she cried for him to stop. His one hand touched her between her thighs and she arched her back, but not from pleasure. "You'll get wet for any bastard, but not for you own husband? My, my Stephanie... Well, it's not a problem we can't fix." He continued his movements while kissing her chest, leaving visible bite marks.
She wasn't ready and he was fully aware of it, but he didn't consider it thrusting roughly into her. At that point she had lost all her fight as she lay on the bed and let him do whatever he wished to with her body. That what it was, every last emotion for him she had had was now lost.
It wasn't satisfactory to either of them, she had never been forced to have sex before and neither had he tried to do something as horrible as that. Lindsey wanted to make a point only to realize what he did was inexcusable, when he saw her curled up and crying.
"Steph, I... I don't know what got over me, I..." He placed his hand on her hip, but she quickly moved away.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
"I deserve that."
"Leave."
"No, let's talk. We can figure this out, I know we still love each other."
"That was love? You had me against my will, Lindsey! I hate you!"
"I understand your frustration, Ste..."
"No! No, you don't get to call me that. You don't get to call me anything. I'm done, it's over! I want you to go back to where you came from and I don't want to see you ever again in my life!"
"You're overreacting."
"Lindsey, I don't want to be with you. It was all an act, don't you get it? When I was pregnant with Sara, you promised me a fairy tale. We were going to be together, get married, disappear from the spotlight and be a happy little family. But no, you played with my feelings and you tore my heart apart, when you announced you were leaving me for another woman. I didn't want to live! And I swear, if not for Sara, I would have killed myself. And then you had more kids, you talked and talked how wonderful your life is, what a beautiful wife you have, how perfect everything is. I had to listen to it, I had to answer questions, I had to pretend I was happy. You promised me so many times you'd end it and we'd be together, but you never did, so I had had enough of it. I stopped feeling sorry for myself. And once that happened, I allowed myself to look at other men, to say yes when they asked me out for a drink, one of those men was Andrew, when he came into my life, that's when I started living again. When I said I was ready for you to leave Kristen and be with me, that is when I decided to make you feel what you made me feel all those years. Andrew left me and I let him do that, I wanted to get this as far as I could and then stick a knife into your heart. I admit, along the way, I fell for you again and I hated myself for that. That's why I spent all that time in the hospital, I cared for you, I wanted you to be ok. But then I went to see Andrew and he reminded me that love doesn't have to be a battlefield, that when to people honestly love each other, they don't need to fight so much. I was glad when you confronted me about me sleeping with someone else, I thought that maybe this charade was finally over, but no! You forgave me, which I can't understand. I know I never forgave you... I didn't end everything right then, because of Sara, I wanted to make things alright with her, which I'm sure isn't going to happen, because she's too naive, she doesn't see through you, she doesn't know you." She had stopped crying, she wouldn't cry for this man ever again. "I took off my wedding ring, I couldn't bare look at it on my finger anymore. I understand, what I did is unacceptable, but what you did to me wasn't either."
Lindsey sat on the edge of the bed, lost for words. He kept thinking this was a nightmare and he would wake up any second, he had no such look. He couldn't understand, he never saw her as so manipulative, she played him well, he bought every thing she told him. He turned his head to her side to say something, but she was quicker.
"I want a divorce."
