Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“No, stop asking; I just hate her. Isn’t that enough?”
“No, it’s not. She was my best friend since Pre-K, and you screwed her fiancé in her bed.”
“So what? He wanted me, not her.”
I tried looking up her new husband, but there was no social media, just media reports about his business and his wealth. His family comes from old money, more even than Denny’s. “This isn’t fair.”
“You’re spiraling. You need to get a grip. Unless you want Mom and Dad to find out what you did, you should leave well enough alone.”
“I don’t care about that. I have to find a way to get in touch with this Garrett guy. He needs to know what a bitch she is.”
I felt as if my skin was burning, melting off my bones. My head was hot and. She was supposed to be distraught, hurt, in pain, and begging Denny to leave me for her. But instead, she never said a word. She didn’t even rat us out to our friends.
What kind of person does that? I thought for sure once she found out that, she’d lose her mind. I had planned on exposing the affair after their wedding, on their wedding night even. But the bitch had to come home a few days early and catch us in her bed.
Oh no! I forgot the fucking camera I left in their bedroom closet. How could I have forgotten about that all this time? I’ll have to break in to get it. I tried calling Denny again, but my number was still blocked. That bastard had lied to me that he loved me, but since that night, he’s ghosted me.
I know it’s all her fault. Because she didn’t fight us, didn’t act like she cared, and that’s why he’s not accepting my calls. It’s just like that bitch to act like she’s better than everyone else like she’s above us all.
“Why didn’t she say anything? Do anything?”
“Would you get off of it already? I keep telling you Alyssa is not that kind of person. She will never fight over a man.”
“Why? Is she better than me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You never say anything; you just stick up for her.”
“What does it matter? We’re no longer friends because I stupidly asked her to forgive you two.”
“You see, she’s a bitch. She just dropped you like that; that means she never really liked you.”
“That’s not it; it’s just the person she is. She hates cheaters.”
“But she used to treat me like a little sister; how could she just cut me off like that?”
“Are you hearing yourself? What the hell is going through your head?”
“Where are you going?”
“I’ve had enough; you can sit here and make yourself crazy. I’ll tell you one thing; you’d better leave well enough alone. Once you’ve become her enemy, there’s no turning back.”
She just left the room like I didn’t know she blamed me for all this. And why did her new husband have to give that interview? Now everyone knows that she’d been cheated on and not the cheater. If he hadn’t done that, I could’ve swung it in my favor. But I know once everyone finds out the truth, I’ll be ostracized.
I hadn’t thought that far ahead; I just wanted to have one thing, just one thing of hers, to knock her down a peg or two. Little Miss. Perfect. I’ve hated her for a very long time. Everyone else is always fawning over her, talking her up like she’s the best thing to ever come from our town.
My sister loves her, and so do our parents. There’s hardly anyone in our town who doesn’t. When I first seduced Denny, I thought I had won. It was the first time I had taken something from her, and I was riding that high for months.
This weekend was supposed to be my coup de grace; I was going to find a way to let it slip that Denny and I were in love after their nuptials. She would be heartbroken and have to get an annulment and I would be the new woman on his arm.
She’d be eaten up with envy, bedridden even with grief and heartbreak. But none of that happened, and now she’s married to one of the wealthiest men in the world. It’s not fair. I have to get her back; I have to make her suffer for putting me through this.
Though I hadn’t tried calling her, she never even tried to contact me, never asked me anything about the affair. Does that mean she didn’t suffer? That she wasn’t hurt? No, I can’t accept that; she had to be pretending.
They were together for four years. I waited, I bided my time, and I plotted. She never knew what I was planning. I was sure the affair would break her, would make her beg. I wanted to see her beg. Why isn’t she begging?