Free Forever True (The Story of Us) by Gwendolyn Grace

risk of getting hit. By the time I made it to the other side of the street they were gone, so I jogged in the direction they went. I arrived at the hotel just in time to see him pull her by the hand into the room. My heart sank as I watched her walk inside with him and the door closing behind her. My feet were moving, but my mind was unaware of where we were headed. When I stopped in front of the door, I wanted to use the key I had but I couldn't move. There I stood a foot away from the door and too scared to open it. My wife, my love, my everything was on the other side betraying me. My legs gave out as I sank down to the ground, and there I sat until the door opened. When his face appeared, I saw red. The next thing I knew I had him pinned to the ground and was slamming my fist into his face. I heard Courtney screaming, but the anger was so strong that I couldn't stop myself, and I didn’t want to. The worthless son of a bitch was throwing blows of his own, but I couldn't feel them. I knew he was making contact with my face, but I felt numb to the pain. I was a mass of rage. Finally, I pushed him away from me only to come face to face with the woman who just ripped my heart out. Tears were pouring out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Her mouth started to move, and I couldn't take it. I didn't want to hear anything from her. She had chosen him over me. She did it the minute she booked that room. There was no coming back from that. I ran down the stairs and knew she was following me, so I ran faster. I don't even remember the drive home, but I will always remember the way my chest hurt, it ached so much that it felt bruised. Like a ten ton elephant had been stomping on it. Everything I thought I had with my wife was a lie.
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    My eyes opened to the chiming of the alarm I set for my phone. I hadn't expected to fall asleep. While I wasn't feeling any more relaxed than when I first laid down, the memory of that night did give me a little more perspective on what Court must be feeling. I know that nothing was happening between Erica and me, but she doesn't know that. How is what I did any worse than the situation with her and fuckwad? It was still betrayal.
    A large part of me worried about her reaching out to Will or someone for comfort but I also knew that we were better than that. I had to trust her not to do anything rash. Just as I needed time to work things out in my head, I would give her the same space.
    It definitely would not be a year but at least until the end of the week.
    I meant what I said. I'm never letting her go. Ever.

Chapter Twelve
    Courtney
    I have to admit that it was harder than I thought it would be to not 'Hulk out'. When I woke up this morning I had expected my head to be clearer and my thoughts more rational, but instead I was still pissed. In fact, the more I thought about the deception and how long it had been going on the more I wanted to act out. To call him and scream at him. To throw all if his clothes onto the front lawn. To toss out that old ratty Yankees t-shirt he loved so much. So instead, I finished the rest of the Game of Thrones episodes we’d been saving on the DVR to watch together. I also deleted each one after I was done.
    Yes, I am actually that petty.
    Of course, I felt like shit about it later. I also didn't tell Dee about the incident either because I didn't want to involve everyone in our drama. If I was honest with myself, I knew this was not a relationship ending situation. Yes, it hurt but it doesn't change anything. I believed his explanation. If this would have come to light prior to our divorce, I am not so sure I would have reacted the same way. I feel like we are stronger now and that we have truly chosen to be together. I don't like the situation he is involved in with Erica. Not one bit. But I get it.
    It was Thursday, two days after our argument. He has called and sent texts to check on me, but I've ignored him. I let him talk to the girls every day, but I didn't