Lindsay's POV.Shaun got back from where he went after hours and with the way his eyes still looked the same way they looked in the morning, it was certain, he was still hurt or better still hated me. Could Shaun really hate me? My paranoid self askedI sat on the couch waiting for him to return for hours and the way he just walked past me hurt me a lot. Shaun in his nature would peck me on my cheeks or wrap his hand around my waist to acknowledge me, but this time he acted like I wasn't even there at all.“Is this how it's going to be now?" my voice was shaky due to how hard I was fighting the tears that threatened to fall. It was then I realized all the text I sent him didn't mean anything. Yeah, texts and calls weren't going to mend what I had done, but there was nothing more I could do.He flung his suitcase on the couch as he turned to look at me. “I am not ready for this Lindsay," he said calmly as he turned to continue walking, but there was no way I could let him leave me in t

Lindsay's POVShaun laid beside me, deep in sleep while I stayed awake deep in my thoughts. He had assured me that Asher couldn't get to me in the house because of how secure the place was, but I still saw Asher as the psycho that he was. He might not be able to get to me today, but he would eventually. Even though it would take him years.The scariest part was, a divorce wouldn't stop someone like Asher. Only death and he was more like a spirit_ hard to killShaun tossed to the other side and I thought he was going to continue sleeping, but he raised his head and looked at me.“You aren't sleeping?" He asked tiredly“Can't sleep" I confessed and Shaun sighed as he sat up.“I already told you Asher can't get to you"“You don't know him. If he can't get me now, he would get me eventually. Now my daughter wants him. That means if he is able to get to her, he would take her and she would show no resistance" I almost cried at the thought of that.“That's not going to happen" he assured me