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It’s been three days in hell. I was broken, jaded, and defeated when I left her apartment. She didn’t want me anymore, she didn’t love, and she’s filing a fucking divorce. 

We’ve been only married for less than a fucking month, and this is driving me shit. Jesus, I want to die, and I want to fucking kill whoever is stalking her, and I swear I make him pay. 

Just thinking that I’m going to lose her very soon. No, I’m not going there. No. Not happening. I’d rather die, and I want Abby back. I want my Abby back. 

“Did you hear anything from her?” Pat asks, and...