Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“It was my fault she fell,” I say again, just in case they missed that part.
“Bullshit.” Acacia shakes her head, her eyes wild. “They took you there to drop a fucking bomb on you and if he didn’t grab you like that, you wouldn’t have tried to get away. It was a damned accident, and the only people responsible for it is your husband and your selfish cunt of a best friend.”
Oh.
Whoa.
“I agree,” Myla throws in. “What sort of shit friend would do something like that? And then have the nerve to tell you if you were a better wife, maybe he wouldn’t have done all those horrible things. God, I’m glad she fell off that cliff because if that bitch was still alive, I’d push her myself.”
I can’t help it, a giggle bubbles up in my throat and bursts forth. Pressing a hand over my mouth, I try to stifle it but it’s no use. It won’t stop, no matter how hard I try. It’s like years of suppressed emotion is suddenly spewing out in the form of laughter. The girls join in, and before we know it, we’re all laughing so hard it hurts. The pain it causes me isn’t enough for me to be able to make it stop.
I laugh until tears stream down my face, and then, out of the blue, I start crying.
God dammit.
Bonnie stops laughing immediately and scoots closer to me, putting her arm around my shoulder.
“I’m so fucking pathetic,” I cry, shaking my head. “Forever letting him use this to ruin me.”
“Hey,” Bonnie tells me, her voice firm. “You are not pathetic, not even close. He is a cold, fucked up monster, and we’re never going to let him hurt you again.”
“He has that video,” I croak, swiping the tears from my eyes. “If he shows the police, it’s over for me.”
“We won’t let that happen,” Acacia tells me, her voice strong and determined. “We’re going to get that video back, and then we’re going to go to the police ourselves and you’re going to tell them that you saw him push her.”
My eyes widen. “They would never believe it.”
“Oh, but they will. Because we’re going to file a report as soon as we find that damned video and do him for assault. Then, we’re going to come clean and tell them everything. Trust me, they’ll believe you because all it will take is for them to look back through his messages and see they were having an affair.”
“They’ll just think I’m lying. He is a smooth talker; he will twist it and tell them that I pushed her because I found out. It’ll never work.”
Acacia grins. “Oh, but it will, because we’re going to make him so angry that we record him threatening you. All we have to do is prove he was there, having an affair, and has been abusing you since. Trust me, with the right words, we can get him to slip up and tell us just enough that the cops won’t believe a word he says.”
“He’ll never admit to being there,” I say, shaking my head. “He’s too smart for that.”
“Not if he doesn’t know you’re wired,” Acacia goes on, her eyes narrowing with her wicked plan.
She’s smart, but I have a sick feeling Ethan is smarter.
I can just see so many ways this could go wrong.
Still, that doesn’t stop the swirl of hope from swarming in my belly at the thought of maybe, just maybe, bringing Ethan down for everything he has done.
“All you have to do is get enough to make it sound like he did it. To make it sound like he called you there and got mad and pushed her. Then, he decided to try and turn it on you by using blackmail and kept you prisoner in your own life for years. It’s enough. I know some police officers that we could send the information to who owe me one,” Acacia goes on.
“You do?” I question.
She nods. “Oh, I do. What do you say? Let us help you.”
I bite my lip, glancing at the three of them and their hopeful faces.
Ah, fuck it.
What have I got to lose?
9
“So, we’re clear on the plan?” I say to the three of them, well after midnight.
We sat down and worked it all out.
First, we need to get that video.
There is only one place I can think of where he would hide something like that. He has a safe in his shed that’s down in the yard, and the only reason I know it’s there is because I saw him open it one day when he didn’t know I was home. It’s hidden behind a large toolbox, and I’m positive that’s where he would have any evidence against me.
The problem is getting into it.
Acacia asked a lot of questions, the most obvious being ... can we lift the safe? I said I wasn’t certain if it was bolted down or not, but if it wasn’t, with two of us, we could possibly carry it out of there. I’m not sure if Ethan is smart enough to bolt it down, considering he thinks it’s so well hidden, and he locks his shed up incredibly well. I know he had mentioned putting extra security on the shed, so I can only hope he hasn’t done that yet.