Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
As suspected, she saw my Sunday family dinner post and lost her damn mind. She went ahead and made her own post about old washed-up bitches trying to steal her man. I shared that shit for a good laugh because why the hell not. I’d already got what I wanted, so there wasn’t a damn thing either she or he could do.
I bet it burned her ass the way I shared it because even her friends were throwing shade at her because of the reminder that she was, in fact, the one who had cheated with my husband and was now on social media, crying about me trying to take him back. Now, remember, I said I’m messy. With my new pregnancy under my belt, I decided to stir the pot just a little bit.
I still have friends at Justin’s place of business, people who were in and out of my house for BBQs and cocktail parties over the years, so I took to showing up there unannounced just to say hello like I did in the old days.
Of course, I just had to see him in his office to discuss things about the kids. He was so thirsty since I cut him off that he didn’t seem to notice the embers that were starting to blaze right beneath his nose. Either that, or he didn’t care.
Daisy Dukes was like to swallow her whole damn esophagus every time she saw me enter the building, but she knew better than to follow me into his office, though I became aware the second time I went there that she liked to listen in at closed doors.
Justin never mentioned the problems I was sure they were having to me and he seemed more and more annoyed whenever he wasn’t with me and the kids. He was up to making any excuse in the book to find his ass in my house.
I went back to our strict custody guidelines, barely acknowledging him these last few weeks when he came for pickup, but today, I had something else up my sleeve when I went to his office carrying a suitcase with the clothes he’d left at my place. “What’s all this? Are we going on a trip?” His eyes lit up like he actually thought that was a possibility.
“These are the clothes and things you’ve been leaving at my house. I don’t think you should just drop by anymore and I wasn’t sure if there was anything in here that you needed.” You know, kind of like what you did when you upended my life without any kind of warning. Just packed my life, the life we’d shared for ten years, into a neat little pile of trash so you could move on to the next thing.
“I don’t understand, what happened? Why did you switch off just like that?” You divorced me, you ass. Did I get to have a say in that? I don’t recall asking you shit about why you were cheating on me. Did you give me a chance to fight for us? No, you did not. Stew in your own juices, you wretch. My inner bitch was roaring, but I had to put her on pause because the game was only just beginning. It was nowhere near time to show my hand. My ass, yes, but not my hand.
“I know you’re mad at me, but there is a reason for my actions. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to be accused of causing problems.” I bit my lip the way I know he remembers me doing whenever I was unsettled about something.
“What’re you talking about? What problems?”
I pretended to think it over as if the words weren’t dying to roll off my tongue. “The day before I called things to a halt, I ran into your girlfriend in town.”
“She did something to you? Wait, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Oh, this is glorious.
He came from around his desk, face full of concern. Don’t you see that bitch still breathing? What could she have possibly done to me that I’d let her live? Or walk again? Hasn’t she done enough? Keep your shit together, Callie.
It took some doing, but I kept my face neutral, but it was hard. Thoughts of filleting that bitch always give me a girl boner. It’s one of the simple things in life that I find joy in. That and imagining her as roadkill after I ran her over with my truck, which I had yet to buy.
“Well, she kind of threatened me, said she knew I was using the kids to get you back, got all in my face. I don’t want to cause any problems. As a woman, I know how it feels to be in that position.” And I’m going to drown the bitch in the same misery.