I run into the kitchen to see Nathan dragging Robert toward the door by the arm. He opens the door and hurls Robert out into the corridor.
“Stay the fuck out of my life!” he yells before slamming the door hard. He marches up the hall to our bedroom.
The tears roll down my face, and I look at the back of the door.
Do I go out there and check on Robert? Is he okay?
What do I do? What do I do?
I hear the shower turn back on. What’s he doing?
I walk back into the kitchen, and with a shaky hand, I pick up my wine and sip it.
I wince. It tastes like poison.
Everything tastes like poison… even my love.
My heart is hammering hard in my chest…what the fuck just happened?
I can’t stand this. I need to see if Robert’s okay. I march to the front door, open it, and I peer out into the corridor. Robert is gone.
I walk back into the apartment and into the bathroom.
Nathan is in the shower, the water falling hard over his head. His face is in his hands.
His devastation so real that I can feel it.
“Nathan,” I whisper.
He remains silent.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly.
“Leave me alone,” he murmurs.
I screw up my face in tears. That’s not what I needed to hear. I turn and walk out into the living room and fall to the couch in tears. Can this week get any worse?
Nathan stays in the shower for over an hour, and with every minute that he’s in there, a little more truth sinks in.
I’m tied to Eliza now.
I’m pregnant by a man who is still in love with his ex.
I thought he loved me.
How could I be so stupid as to fall pregnant?
Oh, fuck.
What happens now?
I have a child with him, carry on with our farce of a relationship, all while knowing that, deep down, his heart is with Robert?
Pain slices through my chest. This isn’t how I thought it would go. Oh, this hurts.
Nathan finally appears. He’s in his boxer shorts, once more, and his mask is firmly back into place.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.