It occurred to him that despite the open friendship he thought they once shared, she never knew him at all. She cared not for his values, less still for his opinions. She thought him the type of man to be able to happily exist in the world knowing he never had to own up to a consequence. And it was simply a belief so far from the truth that he would laugh if it didn't devastate him so. Tobias — his bloody fucking namesake — might not know what it was now to yearn for a father, but he one day might. One day, he might come to recognize that absence and blame Beau for not being there. As if this was the life, the choice, the freedom Beau chose.
"Do not speak of my wife as though you know her." Beau growled, his temper unleashed for the first time in a decade. It was for Eavan's and Tobias' sakes that he wasn't exploding at the seams, throwing every item his hands touched and then his fists when there was nothing left to throw. "Do not. You're sitting on your high horse as though you're on the moral high ground, you're not. I don't give a single fuck what you believe is right, you knowingly deprived your son of a loving and willing father. And that is something he will never fully be able to leave behind.
"You did that to him out of cowardice and fear. You did that to him because the thought of having to open yourself up to potential pain frightened you." He was raving, his every dripping with venom and fury. "Do not stand there and preach at me like you did me a goddamn favor. Until you randomly discover a child with your blood running through his veins exists in the world, you don't get to dictate what my thoughts are. It was cruel, your decision. To me and to him. Call it pity, call it selfishness, call it whatever the fuck you want. I don't care. It was an evil act."
His chest heaved with his frustration, and Beau knew he had to leave before he began trashing the room. "You're concerned about running into me at my place of work, then don't go there. Find another zoo, or, better yet, own up to your mistakes and figure out a better fucking solution than summoning me here like a fucking dog. I don't owe you a single goddamn thing, and I definitely do not intend on rearranging my life so that you can take our son to the fucking zoo."
"Do not speak of my wife as though you know her." Beau growled, his temper unleashed for the first time in a decade. It was for Eavan's and Tobias' sakes that he wasn't exploding at the seams, throwing every item his hands touched and then his fists when there was nothing left to throw. "Do not. You're sitting on your high horse as though you're on the moral high ground, you're not. I don't give a single fuck what you believe is right, you knowingly deprived your son of a loving and willing father. And that is something he will never fully be able to leave behind.
"You did that to him out of cowardice and fear. You did that to him because the thought of having to open yourself up to potential pain frightened you." He was raving, his every dripping with venom and fury. "Do not stand there and preach at me like you did me a goddamn favor. Until you randomly discover a child with your blood running through his veins exists in the world, you don't get to dictate what my thoughts are. It was cruel, your decision. To me and to him. Call it pity, call it selfishness, call it whatever the fuck you want. I don't care. It was an evil act."
His chest heaved with his frustration, and Beau knew he had to leave before he began trashing the room. "You're concerned about running into me at my place of work, then don't go there. Find another zoo, or, better yet, own up to your mistakes and figure out a better fucking solution than summoning me here like a fucking dog. I don't owe you a single goddamn thing, and I definitely do not intend on rearranging my life so that you can take our son to the fucking zoo."