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)
At night, after he left, I’d reread my game plan just to remind myself why orgasms were no reason to take him back. Did I mention that Justin can fuck? He’s hung like a mastodon and can use his tongue like no one else. Shit, I can get guilt-free orgasms without the headache of a husband; why not?
CHAPTER 9
Justin had no idea that I was following the game plan in my playbook. Each time I looked in his face and lied was balm to my soul. Each time I kicked him out of my bed and sent him back to his lonely apartment was revenge for the many nights I spent alone. At least he didn’t have young kids who needed his attention every waking moment.
His girlfriend had gone into hiding before the case went to court because I guess her lawyer had enough sense to tell her to sit her ass down and stop being a pest, at least until the dust settled.
That didn’t stop her from constantly contacting him from strange numbers since he had her number blocked. I enjoyed answering her before erasing my texts so he never knew that I was tormenting her. That was something she’d done to me, after all.
I loved telling her he was in the shower and couldn’t come to the phone, or he was with his kids and was too busy at the moment, but my personal favorite was he was in a sex coma; check back later. She’d done the same to me after the divorce on more than one occasion, and that’s where the custody app came into play. I was only ever calling him about our kids any damn way, but she seemed to think differently.
If she was using a friend’s phone, that friend sure would have a lot to laugh about, just like I worried about being laughed at behind my back because my husband cheated on me with something like her.
Like I said, I erased those texts and blocked the numbers she used, so I doubt he ever realized what was going on. If she ever did get through to him, I wouldn’t know because he knew better than to mention her name in my presence.
Our families had already torn him a new one for bringing that into our lives, so he was trying to toe the line. They were all on pins and needles, waiting to see if we were going to get back together and make things work this time, but they had no idea the hell I had in store for this man.
Look, I was a whole person before I ever met this jackass, and one of the things about that person is she never let anyone get away with shit. He lied to me for two years, so now I’m lying to him with a straight face as well. I had every aspect of this little farce worked out, and I was going off of the things he had done while he was having the affair.
The hotel rooms he booked during our afternoon trysts were to make up for all the times he spent money on her to get one. He bought more flowers now that I was his ex-wife than he did when we were married. Not to mention jewelry luxury bags, the same luxury bags I have a closetful of and never knew he knew existed.
I knew everything he bought her to get into her nasty snatch because I have the receipts, so you best believe I got mine now, too. He didn’t have a clue what I was up to, but I needed that shit to heal.
As a woman, it was very important to me for some reason, especially the fact that he did it all without having to be told, which was a stark contrast to the last two years of our marriage when I had to beg for scraps.
He was more attentive now than when we dated back in college, and that’s saying a lot. I didn’t have to say anything twice to get it done, and he was always fixing some shit in my house that didn’t need fixing. Where the fuck was this guy when I was married?
I did notice, though, that the kids seemed happier when he was around and were always asking for him on those days when I made him stay his ass away from my house. I guess I hadn’t factored that part in. I’d done my best to keep his presence from them but he was being difficult ever since that nut found herself peeping over my fence.
As expected, she got off with a fine and community service, but I knew that chapter of my life wasn’t over because I wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot. She’d lost her job, had a record, and was back home living with her parents because this market is hell on the pocket, even for people with employment.