“I’ve missed you,” he replied as he took a step in her direction.
The crunch of the glass beneath his shoes brought her out of her daze. Abby flinched as his hand lifted to touch her, the same hand that brought her pleasure years before now brought a cold chill. Her feet froze in place, making her unable to flee. She shook her head in disbelief as she tried to regain her composure. No, she wouldn’t let this man get to her, not again.
She wasn’t the same naïve girl from before and hadn’t been in a long time. Becoming a mother had remedied that. He didn’t even know her anymore, and he’d never known his son. Abby had imagined this moment for the last eighteen years of her life, yet no words slipped past her lips.
This man was a stranger and a liar. Angry tears threatened to fall. She clenched her fist tight, digging her nails into her palms. Her blood boiled at all the lost years she would never get back crying over the one man who had hurt her beyond repair. Why was he here? How dare he be here! Abby pulled her arm back with her clenched fist and swung, hitting her intended target. His head jerked to the side, unprepared for her reaction.
She let out a breath and rubbed her throbbing hand, pain radiating up her arm. She didn’t drop him on his ass as she had planned all those years ago, but an instant red mark appeared, satisfying the anger she felt inside. “Abby, please let me explain.” He held his hand out to her in a silent plea.
“You lost your chance eighteen years ago, Ryan, or whatever the hell your real name is.”
She turned took two steps and paused, spinning around to face him once more. “Go to hell, Ryan!” She stomped off in search of her sisters. Abby’s unshed tears threatened to fall as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.
This isn’t happening.
There was no way in hell she was ever going to forgive that man.
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