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)
Since I wasn’t answering her or giving her any kind of satisfaction, she found herself driving by my house at all hours. The second time I caught her, I called Justin, who was looking for any excuse, and invited him over for dinner under the pretense that the kids missed him and were asking for him. He was only too happy to bite.
My outdoor cameras caught her going by about six times. By then, he had turned his phone off, which was a new rule in my house to set a good example for the kids: no phones at the dinner table. So, you can imagine the hell she was living since she couldn’t step foot on my property. I didn’t block her number this time because I wanted him to see all the missed calls when he did turn the phone back on.
I know him very well, and maybe this is one of the reasons I didn’t put up much of a fight when my marriage was going down the drain. Justin hates feeling hounded or restricted in any way. Now, with her acting like a desperate housewife, he was bound to see another one of the many differences between the two of us. I never once interrupted his time with her.
Not because I didn’t want to. What woman wouldn’t react that way in those circumstances? But because I knew him and knew how much he liked the chase. I swallowed tears of blood and worked on my game plan instead. Now she’s out there losing her ever-loving mind because she doesn’t know him beyond his deep pockets and thick dick.
That night, I pretended to let him talk me into letting him stay. I fucked him to thoughts of her driving by my house and seeing his car parked there with the house in darkness. Night-night bitch.
The next morning, when he woke to slashed tires, I was only too happy to show him my surveillance cameras. “How did she know that you were here? Do you see how dangerous she is? I don’t want that around our kids. You’d better do something.”
Now, I did that shit on purpose. Why? Because she was trying to convince him that I was lying about her threatening me. Which she may or may not have done. How the hell would I know? I stopped listening to her the second after she called my name that day.
Like I said, I don’t know what goes on between them, or I usually don’t, but this jackass has taken to complaining to me about the woman he cheated on me with. I keep telling him to stop that shit, but it goes in one ear and out the other, and my messy ass is here for all of it.
Of course, they had words, and he broke things off, not for my sake, I hope. But she, of course, wasn’t having any of it. The fat pigeon she’d had in her sights was slipping away, and I was to blame for all her woes.
She was now spending her free time between staking out his place and driving by mine. Now that damn Justin thinks he’s slick. He used the excuse of her slashing his tires as a reason for him spending the night because he was worried about me and the kids.
I didn’t stop him because she wasn’t quite as crazy as I needed her to be. She was still going to work and doing her job, if not as well as before, according to my spies, but she was still functioning. Some days, I could barely get out of bed to take care of my kids because of her and my husband’s affair. She ain’t seen nothing yet.
Anyhow, I still haven’t told Justin about the baby yet, and I’m busy collecting evidence against that jackass to put her away. Escaping his notice in the mornings when he sleeps over has been a trial, but I’ve been pulling it off by hopping in the shower before he wakes up and getting my nausea under control well enough to ride him awake after my shower. What man is going to question that shit?
Two weeks later and, she’s escalating. That might be due to my social media shenanigans. You see, Justin is blocked on all of my social media, and he doesn’t use it for anything other than business, so he has no idea what I’ve been up to, and what I’ve been up to is posting cryptic messages about relighting fires and second chances along with a few shots of Justin and the kids together in the evenings when he cons a meal out of me.
Tonight was my coup de grace, though; I had it all planned out down to the minute. For the last few days, Daisy Mae had been getting bolder. It was obvious that she’d gone from losing her mind to full-on nuts because homegirl said fuck the law and the trespass and found herself looking over my back fence.