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)
Now, I wish that I had poked holes in his condoms or done something, anything, to be able to stay in his life. If I had his kid, I’d be sitting pretty if he ever left me and had to pay child support. She was getting more than five grand for each kid, plus her alimony was almost three times that amount.
With that kind of money, she could’ve stayed home every day like she was accustomed to, but instead, she had to go get a job, which only made Justin praise her even more, when we were still together and which led to them sneaking around in the afternoons to have sex the way we did.
After the case was settled, I told myself to leave well enough alone. I ended up having to move back in with my parents, who lived about forty-five minutes away, but it was better than having to get on a plane.
They hadn’t asked too many questions because they were just so happy that I was back in their lives and, from the looks of it, doing well. I told them a story about the company downsizing and me deciding to take a break and spend some time with them before looking for another job.
I know my past conduct will be disposed, and given the nature of my work, word spreads, and the community is pretty tight-knit, so the chances of me finding a job in my field anywhere within a five-hour radius are pretty slim.
I sold most of my things to get some ready cash, and of course, I had my credit cards, so I was able to keep up appearances. I spent those first couple of weeks stalking both Callie and Justin. First their socials and then in person. I couldn’t help it; I had to see what was going on with my eyes.
It was obvious they were back together, but the first I knew that she was aware that I was following her on social media was when she reposted something I had posted. The nasty people from my old job, the ones that were following me at least, all made snarky comments when I complained in what was supposed to be a private group about her old, used-up ass trying to steal my man.
If this was happening to someone else I would’ve found it very funny, but being at the wrong end of this farce is in no way a laughing matter. Each day felt more and more like hell, and then my parents started bugging me about looking for a job, which worked to some extent because now I could spend my days outside her house while pretending to be working.
I lost time as days ran together, and I didn’t know some days what was day and what was night. And always, there were the social media posts. The day she announced her pregnancy was one of the hardest days of my life. I can still remember the numbness that overcame me, the sense of dread, and that horrible screaming in the confines of my car.
CHAPTER 14
“Home at last. Aren’t you going home?” We’d driven back to the house from the airport in his car and brought the bags in now, all I wanted was a long hot shower and my bed alone. I’d screwed him enough on vacation to last at least a month, but he was still on my ass.
I’m not sure what his deal is, but I’ve told him more than once that he can’t change the baby’s parentage by fucking me each time he blinked. My tits were already filling in nicely, and he was even more fascinated. Of course, I used that to my advantage.
My tops keep getting lower and lower, and I slap his hand away each time he tries to cop a feel unless I’m in the mood, that is, then I let him have free rein.
“I’m staying, and before you argue, it’s too late, and I’m tired.”
“Suit yourself; I’m going to take a shower; you can sleep in one of the guestrooms.” I knew damn good, and well, he was going to whine his way into my snatch, which is exactly what I wanted.
Now, I used to be a compassionate person. I lived by the rules and did my best to be a decent human being after his affair and our divorce not so much. I had purposely let it be known when we were arriving back in town and had done everything but give them a gate number.
Anyone with half a brain only had to put the pieces together to figure it out. I got the idea when I watched her on the third day of our vacation going back and forth in her car in front of my house. She didn’t come onto the property, but she did that every day we were gone.