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)
She was pregnant! Rachel was pregnant. But that’s not all. She was having twins, a boy and a girl. I sat on the news for a while, not feeling anything but numb. She can’t do this to me, that bitch.
I made a mess in the kitchen, breaking dishes and anything else I could get my hands on that day. Wendy came home fuming so I guess she heard the news as well because no one gets as mad as I do over those two but her. We’re together in our hate and disdain for those two.
I’d been taking it easy on thumping her these days because she’s been keeping her mouth shut and her ass out of my way, but today I was feeling mean. “Look at this dump. Rachel kept a better house than you. You’re a fucking pig.”
“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, I’m tired of hearing that bitch’s name. Since you like her so much, why don’t you go back to her, huh? Oh, you can’t because she’s married to your best friend and having his babies.”
I saw red and charged her, knocking her down to the floor before kicking her in the ribs until she stopped talking shit. I left her there and went for a drive. I needed to cool off and let my head settle down.
I knew I was on a downward spiral; I could feel it happening, but there didn’t seem to be any way to stop. Every little thing sets me off these days, and it all stems from my worry that Rachel and Jacob had something going on when she and I were married.
No one wanted to believe me, but I was the only one who knew he’d wanted her since the beginning. When I try to bring it up now, even with my family, they all scoff and call me jealous and entitled. My own little sister hates me because I cheated and had orchestrated that whole night at my house, which she admitted to.
I hate them all at this point and want nothing to do with them since they’d chosen their side. And everything leads back to that bitch Wendy. If not for her, my life would not have gone off the rails.
Less than a year later, I was broke, unemployed, and had gained about fifteen pounds all in my gut. I know that one is planning to leave, but I’ve got a surprise in store for her.
HOMEWRECKING SKANK
I looked at him on the couch as I passed him his dinner, which he was no doubt going to complain about. I’d bought the ingredients with my own money since he had none and taken my time to make it, but he was never grateful.
I can’t help looking at him with contempt these days. He’d destroyed my life… “Bitch what are you looking at?” I didn’t realize that I was standing there glaring at him this whole time. I turned to walk back to the kitchen to eat alone because even the way he chews gets on my nerves these days, the pig.
“I know what’s on your mind, but before you make any grand plans, I think you should know that I know you’ve been stealing from your clients. I have all the proof.” That stopped me in my tracks, and I turned to look at him in shock.
He wasn’t even looking at me; he just picked up the piece of chicken off his place with his fingers and bit into it. “What the fuck am I eating? Is this rubber? Here, make me something that resembles food.” He threw the plate, sending food flying all over the place.
I got down on my hands and knees and cleaned it up with tears running down my face. “You thought I wouldn’t know you bitch?” He lifted my chin, and I refused to look into his eyes. “I know you like the palm of my hand. You try leaving or anything stupid, and I’ll go to the Feds with what I’ve got.”
“From now on, you can work and pay all the bills.”
“And what are you going to be doing?” I’m so tired of this shit.
“What’s it to you? Now order me something from the store for dinner. I’m tired of your tasteless gruel.”
I know he was only acting like this because that bitch was pregnant. If I could only get pregnant, things would get better, I’m sure of it. But it’s been months, and I still haven’t gotten there yet.
I haven’t seen her in months since she got married. Even though they’re not that far away, they might as well be on the moon because of the high walls and security gates around their place.
Little Kevin had been enrolled in a private school, which Doug and I knew nothing about because he had pretty much lost custody by now, and Rachel and her new husband weren’t sharing any information with us.