Free Scorned by Pamela Ann

argued that I wished for him to have waited until the day before I left to go back home so we didn’t have this awkwardness to go through.
    “It’s up to you,” I finally voiced out what I thought was best.
    He gave me sharp look, as if I had suggested the dumbest thing. “If this was up to me, I wouldn’t be getting a divorce. I want you here, with me, like this. Forever.” Dimitris shook his head, gripping the steering wheel. “This is all you, Lindsey.”
    Mother hell! I couldn’t complicate things. Listening to him just now was disheartening, but I had to think for the both of us. This was for the better. “How long does it take to get there?”
    Dimitris didn’t even say anything, but shifted the gears and joined the traffic, weaving through it like he was racing for his life. I knew he was friends with men that raced professionally, but he shouldn’t be driving like this with heavy traffic. “Dimitris, slow down. You’re going to get us killed.”
    He looked like a possessed man, spinning out of control. “Good, we’d die together and you’d forever be with me. I don’t have to beg and chase you around because you’d be stuck with me!”
    I was bracing myself for an impact. His words were in my head, ringing in my ears, thinking that I’d die the same as my parents had. I was holding my breath, wanting to squeeze my eyes shut so I didn’t have to see anything, but I was taken by surprise when the angry engine of his Roadster hummed. That’s when I noted that we were not speeding down traffic, but parked right in front of a very tall, glass building. Kosta Enterprise, Inc ., it said on a shiny brass logo.
    We had arrived. Divorce papers. Hell.
    “I apologize for what I said. I don’t want any harm to come to you. It’s not your fault that you don’t love me back and I should stop pushing the issue because I can’t force you to stay, even if I’m dying inside.” Dimitris wasn’t even looking at me, but I knew he meant what he said.
    It hurt to see him like this. Yet, I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. Dimitris wasn’t the man for me.
    “Someone will be waiting for you once you get inside. I’ll stay here, if you don’t mind.” He was texting someone as he spoke to me.
    “Thanks.” I slid out of the car with shaky legs, feeling like my chest was about to combust from pressure. One, two, three deep breaths, I steeled my resolve before striding inside, ready to sign and dissolve my marriage away.
    To have and to hold…
    Nevermore.

Chapter 12
     
    We arrived back to Dimitris’s home just before sundown and I was pooped. All I wanted at that point was to spend our time in bed, enjoying each other until dinner.
    Getting out of the car, I was slamming it shut when I noticed him still sitting there, staring ahead with the engine running.
    Was he okay? “Dimitris? You’re not getting out?” I frowned at the silent man who seemed too distracted to hear me.
    He let out a lungful of air, as if his chest was having a hard time functioning. “I’m going for a drive. I’ll be back.” Dimitris glanced at me, pressing the accelerator at the same time. It was as if he was letting his Roadster know that he’s going to break it soon, testing its limits, its capacity, because he needed some sort of release.
    I didn’t like this, but I couldn’t stop him. I made my choice. I had to stick with it. “Wait! Where are you going?” Don’t go , I silently pleaded.
    “Nowhere. Anywhere.” He glanced at me, eyes stormy. “Anywhere, but here.”
    He didn’t want to be near me and I had to respect that, especially after what had just happened. I didn’t like it, but I had to accept it. “Promise me that you’ll be safe?”
    “I’ll try,” he shot out before shifting his gears then speeding away in a flash, leaving me staring at the tire tracks, wondering where he was heading.
    Be safe, please .
    Back in his bedroom, I sat on the bed, my eyes glued to the clock. After three hours, I