By admin Easy You Come, Easy You Go Ch 2
At night, I took my meds and lay in bed, drifting off.
Wayne walked in, holding a bowl of clam chowder.
“Diana said you didn’t eat. She borrowed the hotel kitchen just to make you this-something to warm you up.
“She even cut her hand slicing the meat. Come on, try it. Drink it and stop being mad, okay?”
The strong smell of clam filled every corner of the room.
I felt sick.
But Wayne didn’t seem to notice and kept bringing the bowl closer to my lips.
The stench made me gag. I lifted my hand and pushed it away.
Soup sloshed onto the blanket.
His face darkened instantly.
This book had been
“What are you throwing a fit about now? We apologized and explained everything. What more do you want?
“Diana, enough is enough. Keep pushing, and you’re just being ridiculous!”
His voice was sharp, full of impatience-like I was the problem.
I looked at the stained blanket and sighed.
“Wayne, I don’t like clam.”
He didn’t even pause. “So? Not liking it doesn’t mean you can’t eat it. Clam is good for your body. A few bites won’t kill you. Besides, Nikita made it herself-it’s her kindness.”
I stared at him, stunned by how self-righteous he sounded. Memories came rushing back.
Nikita loved cooking, but she was terrible at it.
On day three of our honeymoon in Switzerland, I wanted to eat at a proper restaurant. However, Nikita didn’t want to
come.
I begged Wayne to go with me.
Halfway there, Nikita called-said she was scared, alone in the hotel.
He didn’t hesitate and said we should head back.
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He gave me two options: go back with him or cat alone, ten kilometers away.
What a joke. This was my honeymoon.
But I couldn’t even choose my own meal.
I looked at the steaming bowl, took it, and dumped it straight into the trash.
Then I turned to him calmly.
“It’s gone. Happy now?”
Wayne just stood there, stone-faced.
I ignored him and reached for my phone to call housekeeping for fresh sheets.
Then he moved.
He grabbed the empty bowl and hurled it at the wall-shattering it into pieces.
“Diana, how did I never see how damn dramatic you are?”
He stormed out. The room fell silent again.
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The next afternoon, the hotel butler knocked on my door.
He said my room needed to be renewed.
I frowned and told him my companion was handling it.
Yet, he kept his polite smile.
“If you mean Mr. Clinton and Ms. Keith, they checked out at noon. They mentioned catching a flight to their next stop. Unfortunately, they didn’t extend your stay.”
My room was cleared out.
My luggage was moved to the lounge on the first floor.
Over an hour later, I finally got Wayne on the phone.
His smug voice came through the line.
“Diana, take this as a lesson!
“You ruined the whole trip and made a big deal out of nothing. Nikita was right-being around someone as toxic as you is bad luck.”
My throat felt stuffed with sand. I couldn’t speak for a long time.
“Wayne, are you insane? Do you even know what you’re doing?”
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“Of course I do. You need to be put in your place. If you want me to come back for you, fine-apologize to Nikita on video and post it on your Instagram. Otherwise, forget it.”
Click. He hung up.
I sat on the couch for a long time, watching snow fall outside the window.
We met in our senior year of college. He was a year younger than I.
I never liked younger men.
But back then, Wayne felt like the sun.
To someone like me, clawing her way through the dark, he brought light and warmth.
When I was harassed by a creepy coworker during my internship, he walked me home every night.
When my landlord scammed me, he showed up with law student friends to help.
Little by little, he broke through every wall I had.
But now, how could someone who once felt like the sun change so fast?
I didn’t understand. And I didn’t want to anymore.
I wiped my tears and forced myself to stay calm.
My passport and bank cards were gone-probably Wayne took them.
I started calling friends back home.
Three days later, I finally boarded a flight back to the States.
When I landed, I hugged my best friend tightly at the airport.
“I want a divorce.”
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With me out of the way, Nikita started acting fearless.
She posted on her Instagram three times a day.