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Dr. Dangerfield had been right about one thing. Couples would leave this island different in some way, that nothing would be the same for any of them.
Her whole world had been turned upside, her heart crushed, her dreams shattered.
Passion Island had done nothing but destroy her marriage and her faith in a man she’d given her body and heart to. And now Krista wished more than ever that she’d never stepped foot on this remote tropical island, where new-found intimacy and reignited passion had been promised.
It had all been one big-ass lie.
From the moment she’d stepped on this beautifully lush island, she knew it was nothing but the devil’s playground. And, now, she was going to sue Dr. Dangerfield and that slutty-bitch, Nairobia Jansen, for destroying her marriage.
Fifty-Two
Resentment . . .
It was poisonous. It was a haphazardly toxic emotion that showed itself in many guises. It built over time and slowly eroded relationships. It siphoned out the intimacy in marriages and caused partners to emotionally withdraw. Left them detached. It magnified flaws. Kept the past present. And, like anger and guilt, if not dealt with, it ate away at you and drained you of your emotional resources.
And Dr. Dangerfield believed that couples needed partners who were willing t
o hear one another out and work through issues—together—without blame, without hostility, without vengefulness. It wasn’t about falling out of love (it never was)—no, it was about communication, it was about not letting resentments fester and take over relationships.
Over the years, she found that so many of her patients, clients, were in relationships with people who didn’t want to—or refused to, or weren’t able to—hear them out. They were oftentimes unwilling (or perhaps unable) to make agreements and hold honest conversations that weren’t hurtful or blaming about what they needed, expected, or hoped for.
Sadly, there were things in relationships that sometimes needed to be changed, to be forgiven, and—yes, renegotiated. But when that wasn’t able to happen, Dr. Dangerfield believed that couples would then need to rethink being in that relationship.
Leaving a relationship was never easy, even one submerged in lies and deception.
Still, something had to change for something to change.
“I still can’t believe this shit,” Isaiah said glumly. His head was still reeling from LaQuandra’s unexpectedly shocking admission to having a slew of abortions to faking her pregnancies to feigning miscarriages and not being able to have kids.
The night they’d finished making love, she’d uncovered her soul to him over blood-curdling sobs, begging him to forgive her. She’d told him it was killing her, holding on to the lie.
Isaiah had been stunned into silence. And then his anger had gotten the best of him and he’d cursed her out, smacked the shit out of her, and came so very close to breaking open her face.
All this time, he’d been secretly resenting her for not giving him a child, beating himself up thinking that—just maybe—he was, that the drama with his son’s mother might be—the cause of LaQuandra’s inability to carry a child to full term.
And then the lying bitch hit him over the head with that shit.
LaQuandra was a grimy bitch. He’d heard that sordid tidbit when he’d first started smashing her, but he’d stupidly ignored the street news. She had been good to him, caring and giving. And she’d always given him good pussy.
Good pussy was the root of all fucking evil. It kept a dumb motherfucker believing in a lie. It kept them going back for another dose no matter how fucked up the bitch was attached to it.
That was what Isaiah believed.
“You should work on forgiving her,” Dr. Dangerfield said.
Isaiah frowned. “Excuse me?”
“Forgive your wife, Mr. Lewis. Whether you stay or not, make a conscious choice to not hold on to your resentments. Do not let your anger have power over you, or your marriage. It will weigh you down. Keep you from moving on with your life, or in your relationships with other women. Was your wife wrong for withholding that type of information? Perhaps. I am not here to decide. But I am certain she had her reasons—”
Isaiah snorted. “Yeah, because she’s a trifling, lying bitch.”
“And I am sure you have told your share of lies as well.”
Isaiah scowled. “I have never lied to her about no crazy shit. But she fucking took her lies to a whole other level.”
“A lie is a lie no matter how it’s told.”
Isaiah stared at Dr. Dangerfield, his jaw clenching.
