Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Once it kept going, disrupting my whole damn day, I decided to answer just to tell her to fuck off. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, yelling at or cursing her. I’d started to see the fear in her eyes, too, when she went too far.
Good, it’s about time she learns her fucking place, the stupid bitch. But I opened my phone expecting to see another one of her stupid texts about us needing to talk and instead was faced with a barrage of texts from multiple friends.
The sight made me run to the bathroom to puke. It can’t be; she couldn’t have married him. She’s supposed to give me time to get my head on straight and then take me back so we can be a family again. She’s always been big on family. There’s no way she was going to tear our family apart.
I was on the phone responding to their pictures on social media, saying just that. I made a comment over and over again that this is why that bitch didn’t fight me on the divorce, because those two had been fucking all along, and that seemed to send everyone into a tizzy fit.
I drank from my last bottle of whiskey and laughed my ass off at the dumpster fire I had started. When Wendy came home later that evening, I knocked her around a little, then fucked her until she couldn’t move and went back to my online war.
She came out of the bedroom with matted hair and a bruise on her cheek, nagging me about some shit, so I smacked her around a little more and sent her into the kitchen to get me dinner. “That’s right bitch. This is your life from now on. You fucked up my life, now it’s your turn.”
I was drunk off my ass but didn’t really much care. That night, I showed her who’s boss until she curled into a ball and slept. The next morning, I took all of her important papers and locked them away in my safe then dangled the idea of an engagement ring in her face.
I knew that would keep her mouth shut about what went on here last night since she’d already gone to great lengths to cover up the bruises. That’s how the following days went. I used up all of my PTO, which worked out to a fair amount, and spent my days on the couch battling my bitch of an ex and that asshole poacher Jake.
That went on for days until I received the cease and desist from Mr and Mrs. Jacob Halston. I tore the house apart that day before drunkenly driving past my old house. That’s when I saw the new people moving in.
I slammed out of the car and approached the man and woman and their fucking brats that were moving into my house. Somehow, the cops ended up being called, but I ran away before they got there.
I tried calling Rachel, but I was blocked, and Jake wasn’t answering. I knew there was no way I was going to get past the security at his gate but I still tried. I stood outside the gate yelling for the two of them to come outside and face me, but they didn’t even have the decency to look out a window.
For days, those two never said a word to me, but everyone else was fighting their battles on social media. My own family was threatening to disown me for spreading rumors about the mother of my children. Couldn’t they see how this was hurting me? Didn’t they even care?
Those nights, Wendy got what she had coming to her, especially when she started in on me about caring that my ex got remarried. “Stupid bitch, this is all your fault. I hate your fucking guts.”
“Well, I hate you too.” I slapped her in the mouth and pushed her back against the wall with my hands around her throat.
I saw the fear in her eyes and grinned. “Now go make me something to eat, you dumb bitch and be quick about it.” I grabbed myself another beer and went trauma shopping by looking through the wedding pictures again.
I felt so much hate for the two of them that I tried to scratch their faces through the screen. I haven’t been able to catch a glimpse of them or my children in all this time, and their bitch mother has sole custody for the next few weeks.
Things went on like that for a while. I was home each day drinking and scrolling through those pictures while Wendy went to work with fresh bruises each morning and a sore pussy from the night before.
That’s all she was good for anyway, the dumb bitch. Cum dump that was her new name. She hated it, but what was she going to do? Her life took on a routine of coming home, making subpar dinner, getting knocked around to let off steam, and then a good hard fuck before her ass went to bed.