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When she stopped talking, Scott was almost resigned to the fact that she was going to leave now. There was virtually no point in him even trying to fight for their marriage anymore. they had been arguing for hours, or it certainly seemed like it now if it hadn't been hours. For Scott, he had started off the night trying to prove his love for Gia, trying to show her that even though he had had a discrepancy, and that he had indulged in a terrible affair, he still cared deeply about her, and still wanted her to stay. But she couldn't admit that she was also at fault. He was aware that she wasn't as bad as him, anyone could see that. But surely she could see that he was not the only bad guy in all this. Come to think of it...why had Julian not got any of the blame here? He shook his head after he mentioned the time she had left him for her ex. It still burned him to even think about it all this time later. Still, she was leaving. Why was he even that bothered now? He had to wonder.
"Apologise? Are you having a fucking laugh? You're taking my kids away from me, and you think I'm ever going to apologise to you?" He laughed and shook his head at her as he stared at her, listening to her try to make him feel bad. "I will come and see her. I'd prefer if you weren't there. I dunno, let Mark bring her to see me or something." Scott looked at her as she gave him a sad smile. He knew that as recently as an hour ago that would have torn him to shreds. Not now though...now he felt nothing at that moment. He followed her back into the hall, almost to see where she was going.
"Of course, your marriage end, but some guy kisses you, and tries to ruin your family, but he doesnt even lose his job. Whatever." Scott walked down, four stairs behind her all the way to the bottom. "Sure. Not that I really care where you're going. Just go," he said. As Gia looked back at him one last time, Scott wondered if this was the last time he would ever see her. He wanted to speak, but he could feel the tears welling up again. When the door closed, Scott slid the deadbolt across. He didn't want anyone, key or no key, coming in tonight.
Walking to the kitchen, Scott lifted a 6-pack of beer from the fridge, downing one in seconds. Cracking open another, he took a swig and set it down on the table. Walking to the counter, Scott took his wedding ring from his finger, staring at it for what felt like hours, before he placed it on the counter, breathing deeply to stop the tears. He scooped up his beers from the table and walked into the living room. As he sat down on the couch, he held the beers close to his chest, all he had in the world now, and the tears fell. He didn't try to fight anymore as loud sobs escaped his throat, his eyes stinging as the salty tears poured down his face.
What did he have? Everything. Now he had nothing. |