Died For Their Vows, Back For My Revenge Chapter 08

Died For Their Vows, Back For My Revenge Chapter 08

Nolan took my hand. His voice came out 

thick, almost breaking. “Lydia… I’m so sorry.” 

I pulled my hand back, but he held on. 

“We’re getting a divorce.” 

Nolan stared at me. He looked utterly 

pathetic. “You told me you weren’t pregnant. 

That’s why I…” 

“So that made it okay for you to hit me?” 

I looked at him. No anger. No sorrow. Just a 

plain, honest question. 

Nolan dropped his head under my gaze. 

Shame rolled off him. “I don’t know what’s been 

wrong with me lately. I’m sorry, Lydia. I am so 

damn sorry.” 

“But we just got married. I don’t want to give 

up on us.” 

“I’m done with Tessa. I’ve done more than 

enough for her. I’ll never lift a finger for her again.” 

“Lydia, you know this. You know it’s you I love. 

Why else would I have proposed to you?” 

“Tell me what you want. Anything. If I can give it, I will.” 

Nolan talked for a long time that night. 

He talked about when we first started dating. About all the things I did for him. 

About how happy we were at our wedding. 

He never once mentioned the baby. 

He was dodging it on purpose. Because we 

both knew it was a line we could never uncross. 

So why pretend? 

I filed for divorce. 

Nolan couldn’t accept it. He dragged it out as 

long as he could. 

But you can stall once. You can stall twice. 

You can’t stall forever. 

The third court date, the judge approved it. 

Nolan was furious. He chased me out of the 

courthouse. “Lydia. Why? Why the hell are you so 

stubborn about this?” 

I shook his arm off. 

Disgust finally surfaced in my eyes. 

“Why? You really don’t know why? You hit me. You humiliated me. You were wrapped up with Tessa Hayes right to the bitter end. What gives you the right to stand here and demand answers 

from me?” 

“Do you know that drink was meant for me? If 

I’d swallowed it, what do you think those men 

Tessa had waiting would have done to me?” 

Nolan’s mouth opened. Nothing came out. 

Pain slashed across his face. “I put Tessa in 

prison. Isn’t that enough?” 

“No.” 

My voice came out in a snarl. “It’s not 

enough.” 

“For the rest of my life, I don’t want to ever 

see your face or that bitch’s face again.” 

I turned and walked away. Clean. Final. 

I never went back to the Hayes family either. 

My parents tried to contact me a few times. I cursed them out every single time. 

All the rage. All the humiliation. All the pain I’d 

swallowed. I threw it all back at them in those 

days. 

been. 

I was done clinging to the idea of family. 

Because that idea was empty. It always had 

I have myself. 

That’s more than enough.