Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Every penny he ever stole, which added up to hundreds of thousands, has been documented and presented, and since he’s broke because I had all of his assets frozen, things weren’t looking so good.
A good lawyer might’ve gotten him some time knocked off, but the kid I made sure he got didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, which was perfect. His Mom didn’t know what hit her when the bank called in the note on her house, but I wasn’t out to bring harm to an old woman who wasn’t as bright or as smart as she thought she was; I just wanted her gone from here.
In the end, I gave her a deal that she was only too happy to take since, with her son gone, she really had no reason to hang around. Had she been a decent person, had she not given Justine shit the whole time she was married to her son, I would’ve gladly invited her into my family.
But I’d learned from Monique, who I gave the job of finding out everything she could on the subject, that she’d treated my girl like shit. For that, she got to sell her house instead of losing it, on the promise that she’d leave and never look back.
If the kids wanted to make contact later in life, that would be their choice, but while they’re this young and their mother and I are responsible for them, not a fucking chance.
I’m not sure how kind she was to them anyway because they don’t seem to miss her. Then again, my own grandmother has taken over the role, and no one can spoil a kid like she can, especially since they’re girls. My grandparents never had a girl to spoil, so they have lost their minds.
More often than not, when I come back from the office in the afternoon, I will find Gramps playing some board game or the other with my wife while his wife is waiting at the door to grab the girls to go do something fun.
And all the while, I’m holding it together by sheer will because I don’t think it’s possible for me to find peace until after my kids graduate from college, and maybe even then, this worry won’t go away.
Speaking of parents, my sperm donor has been looking for his wife for months with no sign of her anywhere. He doesn’t even know she’s been arrested because the last place she tried to use the card didn’t show up in his search, and it just so happens that that wasn’t where she was supposed to be.
I left enough breadcrumbs for him to be as close to finding out that she was screwing around on him without giving him the full story. So now all he can do is sit at home on his jobless ass, filled with worry, as his friends make a mockery of him because, of course, the rumor mill, started by me, has all the juicy details.
Since her daughter likes spreading rumors so much, it’s only fair that I join in the fun. As for her, it’s even more fun watching her sweat than it would have been had she been fired already. With Monique on her ass every other day, she looks nervous as hell every time I see her on the monitor.
She’s been trying to reach me either by phone or at the office for months, but I’ve evaded all of her attempts thus far, and it’s obvious each time I see her that the stress is getting to her.
It’s no surprise that she cut all contact with Paul as soon as news of his arrest spread, but she’s got to be wondering how much I know and when I’m going to drop the hammer. I have no doubt that she thinks I’ve left her alone because she’s my father’s stepdaughter, which makes no sense since he was the first one I’d fired, but who knows how her mind works. If she’s anything like her mother, that type always thinks they’re smarter than everyone else.
So, for now, Karen has been locked away in solitary confinement for the last five months, losing more and more of her senses every day. Catalina says she’ll keep until I’m ready for her, whatever that means.
I receive weekly reports on her deterioration, which I must admit makes me happier than I should probably be at the demise of another human being, but as far as I’m concerned, it couldn’t happen to a better person.
It's hell holding onto what I know and not doing anything about it, but for the sake of a healthy wife and babies, I can hold my own until the time comes. And I know exactly how I’m going to finish them all off at once.
JUSTINE
“How come I didn’t hear about any of this?” I was speaking out loud to myself after reading the notification that came across my screen. What the hell did that idiot do now?