Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
He needn’t have worried. Something he seems to have forgotten about me is that when I’m done, I’m done. You can’t argue with a dead person, I’m not nuts, and this asshole is D.E.A.D dead to me. I already sent a text to all my kids first thing this morning telling them to be home this weekend or else.
All their follow-up questions had gone unanswered other than the reassurance that their father and I were still alive and healthy. But if this asshole doesn’t get out of here and go find his slut down at his office, he’s gonna make a liar out of me.
“Talk to me, Jolene.”
“Sheila, you ever heard of the dead talking? I think I got what that little boy had.”
“What little boy?”
“From that movie, The Sixth Sense. I swear I hear dead people talking.” She knew damn good and well what was going on and busted a gut laughing.
“That’s my girl. Let me get my dead weight out the door, and I’ll be right over there.” She and her husband started fussing at each other before she hung up the phone. I ignored my ex-asshole as he stomped toward the door with his briefcase in his high-power suit and finished off the last of my coffee.
CHAPTER 2
I will never forgive this bastard for the hurt I saw in my children’s eyes that Saturday morning. He’d spent the better part of the week begging me not to tell them, asking for a trial separation and anything else he could think of to get me to stay. I was staying alright, but his ass wasn’t.
I’d already contacted a lawyer, and she was ready to rock and roll. In this state, they frown on adultery, and as a SAHM, I stand to make out like a lark. I wonder what kind of conversation he had with his dick when he made that very expensive move. That little girl has got to be the most expensive call girl in the world because she was about to cost his ass millions.
Sheila does know her stuff, and although she’s not a divorce attorney, she’d put me onto one in her firm that she knew was a man-eating nutjob who had blood in her eyes anytime anything with a dick was mentioned.
Add in adultery against his poor beleaguered wife who’d been tied to the stove for twenty-something-odd years while raising his kids, and well, by the time she was through telling me what all she was going to take him for, I was almost sorry for his dumb ass.
I, of course, didn’t tell her about the nanny who had been with me when the kids were much younger or the housekeeper who’s been with me for years. It’s not like I sat on my ass all day, but with four children only a couple of years apart, I needed all the help I could get. The housekeeper kept the house, and the nanny was there to pick up the slack when I had too many irons in the fire.
I was a devoted wife who fucked that snake whenever he wanted because I appreciated the life he’d made for me and my children and never left his upkeep to anyone else. So hell yeah, I’m taking every damn thing I can get. If he thinks I’m going to let him and his little trumpet live high on the hog on what’s rightfully mine, he can kiss my ass.
Now, mind you, I don’t believe in women scalping men who don’t deserve it. There are some bed-hopping heifers out there who treat men like shit and take them to the cleaners after doing them wrong. I don’t ride on that train. But if you think that Sam Walters’s daughter is going to sit back and let some man cheat on her and then walk away with everything, then you don’t know me very well.
My vindictive ass can plot better than Napoleon. I don’t know why my husband forgot who he was married to. He forgot that I have a Ph.D. and the mind of a shark. What he didn’t know about me is that I know how to stay calm in the eye of the storm because we never really had to face one on this scale before.
I’m no fool. I know that flying off the handle and acting a fool will make me lose sight of the issues at hand. Once my love died, it was time to destroy everything in my path. But I’m not about to break my Baccarat crystal because of his stupid ass. I’ll do my destroying in front of the judge.
I have all my ducks in a row, thank you very much, something he doesn’t know. He has no idea that I’ve already seen the lawyer and started divorce proceedings. That lady shark was in his ass before I left her office. She had a financial investigator on the job and was already adding up his shit, probably before I made it back to my car.