But it would be worth it in the end, right? No amount of money was too much for making sure I got a child. But when I thought about how much money I’d lost in all this, knew we were in deep trouble.
For a brief moment, the idea of resigning crossed my mind, but I quickly cast it aside. There was no way in hell I would do that. Not when I could still turn things around. As much as I hated to do it, I knew what needed to be done. And I knew that Emily wasn’t going to like it when she found out.
And sure enough, when I
- me.
I went downstairs and told her what we needed to do, she bristled and quickly got mad at
“Are you crazy?” she snapped. “You want me to sell off everything you’ve ever gotten me?”
“Baby, it’s the only way to save the company,” I said. “I’ve made a huge mistake in paying for such a lavish wedding, and it’s killing us. Some of the expenses can never be recovered. But we can sell off some of the unnecessary stuff.”
“Unbelievable!” she shrieked, standing up and walking away from me. “So my wedding dress is unnecessary? My wedding ring is unnecessary? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“Baby…”
“Fuck you, Marcus,” she spat. “I never knew you were this cheap and stupid. If you knew you couldn’t afford all this, then why did you do it? Why did you spend so much money on the wedding? I never asked you to do it. And if I remember correctly, weren’t you the one who said money isn’t an issue? So why are you telling me all this now?”
“You’re not fucking listening to me!” I snapped. “Don’t you get it? This is just temporary so I can stop the company from sinking. After that, I will make things better. You have my word.”
“Your word doesn’t mean shit anymore,” she spat, turning to face me. “I should have seen this coming.”
“Emily…”
“I should have known this was too good to be true,” she said coldly. “After all, what did I expect from a man who betrayed his own wife to sleep with her best friend?”
“Don’t you
dare use that against me,” I whispered, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. As I recall, it took two of us to ruin that relationship. So don’t you dare make me the bad guy here. Weren’t you the one who threw herself at me?”
“That’s because I thought the Marcus Reynard Olivia was always gushing about was actually the real deal,” she said. “But now? You’re nothing but a cheap fool.‘
“I’m still worth more than you and your entire lineage, Emily,” I spat. “You’re nothing but trash, and I made you what you are today. Who wanted to invite every celebrity to her wedding because she had such a fragile ego and she wanted to feel loved and accepted? Who came up with so many ridiculous, unnecessary things that we could
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have done without?”
“Fuck you, Marcus!” she spat. “I’m not selling off a single thing. You got yourself into this mess, and you can get yourself out. That’s not my problem anymore. And as far as I’m concerned, everything you ever bought me belongs to me. I’m not some cheap hoe that you can just boss around whenever you want. I’m not Olivia.”
I don’t remember hitting her. I don’t even remember what was going through my head as she said that. But something in me must have snapped in that moment, and the pent up anger and frustration I’d been fighting back suddenly came pouring out. I just couldn’t stop myself. And the next thing I knew, I was towering over her and driving my fist into her stomach.
“You sick bitch!” I yelled, unable to stop myself as I kept hiting her. “You fucking bitch. You did this to me. Everything has been going wrong because of you. We wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for you.”
At the back of my mind, I knew I should stop. This was my wife, after all. My pregnant wife. I shouldn’t be doing this to her. But I was just so angry, so full of hatred and resentment that I couldn’t bring myself out of it.
The only thing that stopped me was when I saw the blood.
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