Walked Away 22
His words caught me completely off guard. My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to stay composed.& You’ve already seen everything you need to see,” I said coolly. “Please leave.” Lucas didn’t budge. Instead, he smiled as if we were just two old friends catching up.& Zoe. I haven’t congratulated you yet–on having a child,” he said gently, though his tone felt rehearsed. “I just wanted to take a closer look at her. Maybe give her a little gift. He took a slow step to the side, walking around me in a casual, almost serpentine motion, and crouched down to meet my daughter’s gaze. “My little one,” he said with a falsely soft voice, “What’s your name?” Thankfully, I had taught my daughter not to speak to strangers. She immediately buried her face into my neck and tightened her grip around me, refusing to answer. I held her close, heart pounding & Lucas didn’t seem the least bit offended. In fact, he chuckled warmly, as if her silence only endeared her to him more. But his smile sent a chill down my spine. He was reading her too carefully. I didn’t respond and headed straight toward the door. My only goal now was to get us inside and away from him. But just as I reached for the doorknob, Lucas suddenly moved. He slammed his palm against the doorframe, his other arm stretching out to cage me and my daughter between his body and the wall. His strong arms blocked any exit. I was trapped.& Lucas I snapped, anger rising. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You said you loved Emily and wanted a life with her. I let you go gave you what you wanted. So why are you showing up now?” Lucas’s eyes dimmed with a sadness that almost looked sincere. He leaned in slightly, his voice low. “Zoe… I told you, I miss you. I regret everything I did. I can’t stop thinking about you. If you give me just one more chance, I’ll go back and divorce Emily today–right now.” I stared at him in disbelief. “What do you take me for?” I spat. “Some toy you can toss aside and pick back up when you’re bored?“N He had completely lost his mind. I seized the moment when his arm shifted slightly and ducked down, trying to slide beneath him. But he was quicker. He caught me mid–motion and wrapped his arms tightly around me and our daughter. “Let go of me!” I shouted, struggling fiercely. But his strength dwarfed mine, and no amount of resistance could break his grip. My daughter started crying softly, frightened and confused. I quickly covered her eyes and whispered soothingly, “Don’t look, sweetheart. Just stay still.“& Lucas gently touched her head, his hand trembling. “She’s beautiful,” he murmured. “If we had children… they would’ve looked just like her, wouldn’t they?” I froze. My voice came out cold, laced with controlled rage. “Children?” I hissed. “You remember children now? Where was that…