99 Roses for Her, One Procedure for Me - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Before I could explain that Matthew and I had only gone on a few dates and were still talking, someone clapped him on the shoulder.
He barely had time to turn before a sudden punch from behind sent him staggering, nearly knocking him to the ground.
As people scrambled back, a voice cut through the chaos:
"Samuel, what the hell are you doing?"
His eyes were black as a stormy sea, veins bulging in his neck—I'd never seen Samuel this unhinged with rage.
Cursing at Matthew, he kept his glare locked on me. "Natalie is my wife. You think you can put your filthy hands on her right in front of me?" He spat the words like poison. "You bastard!"
He grabbed Matthew's collar, fist rearing back for another hit—but this time, I stepped between them, my stare icy.
"Lost your damn mind, Samuel? Your wife? We're divorced."
He filed the papers.
He told me not to interfere with his new fling.
He brought his mistress to our restaurant, the place that held a decade of memories.
And now he had the audacity to play amnesiac and police my life? For a second, I wanted to crack open his skull just to see what twisted logic lived inside.
"You're really defending him to me?" Samuel jabbed a finger at his own chest, face twisting in disbelief. "Or did you forget we're still legally married until the ink dries? Answer me—was I wrong to hit him?"
God, I hate divorce waiting periods.
I scowled, but before I could fire back, Emily—hovering behind Samuel like a shadow—seized her moment. Tears trembling on command, she whimpered, "Samuel… I didn't want to tell you this, but after seeing how she's treating you for some random guy…"
Then, loud enough for the whole room, she spilled it: how she'd seen me at the clinic with Chris, how I'd "ruthlessly" ended a pregnancy. Her version painted me as some cheating monster who'd been with multiple men—even implying I'd hooked up with Chris before the divorce. "Why else would she sign the papers so fast?" she hissed.
Men never handle gasoline on their anger well.
Samuel's eyes went bloodshot. "Did you kill our baby?" The question clawed out of him, raw.
The silence stretched. I watched his face—watched fury fracture into something worse: dread, devastation.
"Natalie." His voice cracked. "I don't believe her. Just tell me. Did you really… abort the child we waited ten years for?"
The proud, controlled man I knew was gone. This version of Samuel looked broken, begging—reduced to nothing.
Even Sarah, who'd cursed him as scum daily, turned away to swipe at her eyes.
But reality doesn't care about heartbreak.
He barely had time to turn before a sudden punch from behind sent him staggering, nearly knocking him to the ground.
As people scrambled back, a voice cut through the chaos:
"Samuel, what the hell are you doing?"
His eyes were black as a stormy sea, veins bulging in his neck—I'd never seen Samuel this unhinged with rage.
Cursing at Matthew, he kept his glare locked on me. "Natalie is my wife. You think you can put your filthy hands on her right in front of me?" He spat the words like poison. "You bastard!"
He grabbed Matthew's collar, fist rearing back for another hit—but this time, I stepped between them, my stare icy.
"Lost your damn mind, Samuel? Your wife? We're divorced."
He filed the papers.
He told me not to interfere with his new fling.
He brought his mistress to our restaurant, the place that held a decade of memories.
And now he had the audacity to play amnesiac and police my life? For a second, I wanted to crack open his skull just to see what twisted logic lived inside.
"You're really defending him to me?" Samuel jabbed a finger at his own chest, face twisting in disbelief. "Or did you forget we're still legally married until the ink dries? Answer me—was I wrong to hit him?"
God, I hate divorce waiting periods.
I scowled, but before I could fire back, Emily—hovering behind Samuel like a shadow—seized her moment. Tears trembling on command, she whimpered, "Samuel… I didn't want to tell you this, but after seeing how she's treating you for some random guy…"
Then, loud enough for the whole room, she spilled it: how she'd seen me at the clinic with Chris, how I'd "ruthlessly" ended a pregnancy. Her version painted me as some cheating monster who'd been with multiple men—even implying I'd hooked up with Chris before the divorce. "Why else would she sign the papers so fast?" she hissed.
Men never handle gasoline on their anger well.
Samuel's eyes went bloodshot. "Did you kill our baby?" The question clawed out of him, raw.
The silence stretched. I watched his face—watched fury fracture into something worse: dread, devastation.
"Natalie." His voice cracked. "I don't believe her. Just tell me. Did you really… abort the child we waited ten years for?"
The proud, controlled man I knew was gone. This version of Samuel looked broken, begging—reduced to nothing.
Even Sarah, who'd cursed him as scum daily, turned away to swipe at her eyes.
But reality doesn't care about heartbreak.
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