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)
Her broke ass didn’t plan ahead since she was relying on my ex’s millions, which wasn’t about to happen. That money belonged to my kids, every last dime. I’d already skinned him in the divorce. I’m not greedy.
The first thing I told Justin after she was sentenced was that she wasn’t allowed around my kids, and if he planned on getting back with her or even marrying her someday, I’d get my shark of a lawyer to go for full custody, and he’d never see my kids again. She’s a damn menace, after all, and a bit of a lunatic to boot; how can I allow her around my babies?
I still hadn’t told him about the pregnancy as yet, everything in its time. I waited for the sentencing mess to be behind us, which didn’t take long, and was about three months along by this point so the baby was rather stable in my estimation.
I waited until one day when the kids were with our parents to tell him the news. He had the nerve to be excited, started patting my stomach and asking to see my tummy like he didn’t just have me naked riding his dick. What an ass!
Somehow, we ended up back upstairs in my bed doing the nasty because a pregnant Callie is a horny toad, and he isn’t much better.
I let him have his little victory fuck before bursting his bubble.
“So, what do you want to do? Should we get remarried? I should move back in to help you out. You know how you get when you’re pregnant.” If he was a smoker, he’d be lighting up right about now.
“Stop right there. You’re moving way too fast, and besides, marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
“How can you say that? You always wanted to be married with a houseful of kids.”
“Yeah, well, I married this colossal asshole who turned me off the idea. Never again!” That one got him really good, and he was like to burn my pillowcase with all the fire he was breathing.
Unluckily for him, I wasn’t done for the night.
“You’re forgetting one other thing. It might not be yours.” That’s right motherfucker. Now, I played around with the idea of coming clean about my imaginary boyfriend but decided that it was best if, for the rest of his life, ‘Tim’ lived rent-free in his head.
For all the nights I wondered, all the tears I shed. His ass was going to suffer for the next six months, at which point I was going to insist on a DNA test. I could do it sooner to put his mind at ease, but why the hell would I wanna go and do a stupid ass thing like that?
CHAPTER 10
The uproar my last announcement caused was one for the books. I’ve never seen my stalwart ex-husband so flustered. He demanded to meet Tim. No! He ranted for a good half hour, threatened, and even came close to tears. That’s when I left the room; I had no time for his theatrics.
Besides, now that he knew I was pregnant, the real fun was about to begin. I called our parents over the next day and gave them the news, which started talks of reconciliation. You should’ve seen his face when I said that might not be possible, and when asked why, he almost broke his ass trying to give an explanation. Anything, not to mention mommy’s friend.
For some reason, it seemed very important to him that no one knew I even knew what another dick looked like. Meanwhile, he had a whole-ass woman for the better part of three years. I kept a straight face, I don’t know how but told them all firmly that marriage was not in the cards, and they knew why.
His family and mine spent the next few days trying to convince me that he was a changed man, and my own mother, bless her heart, had the nerve to tell me in private that since I took him back into my bed, there was no reason I shouldn’t marry him again. I had to educate this grown-ass woman on how free dick works. She called me a hedonist and threatened to tell my dad. Okay, that’ll work. It didn’t when I was a kid under his care but sure.
That wasn’t the best part, though; the fun really started with the online announcement. That grimy bitch made crazy look like a stroll in the park on a nice spring day. She went off the rails. Remember, she had that false pregnancy under her belt, and here I was with the real thing and proof to boot. I think what really sent her spiraling were the comments our ex made under each of my posts.
Personally, I think he was taking shots at ‘Tim,’ but whatever, it works for me. His, I can’t wait to welcome my little one into the world.’ When he wrote that for all the world to see, I told him that he shouldn’t say things like that because it might upset Tim, who was still in the running and might be the father. Of course, this was after sex, and before I told him it was time to go. If misery had a face, his was it. Ask me if I care.