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)
As I said before, his words have been tearing me down over these last few months, almost worse than the physical blows, and I guess because I knew what I had planned for him, I felt brave enough to talk back this time around. Well, that only seemed to enrage him more, which I must admit I didn’t give a shit about just then.
“What did you say bitch?” He got closer, his spit all but giving me a facial.
“You heard me. It’s none of your business what your ex-wife is doing with her husband. It’s not like she cares about you. She’s moved on; you should do the same.” I moved past him feeling better for having spoken those words out loud. It was time he heard them, way past time.
Even I, who hate Rachel, know that she married way up and probably hasn’t given him a second thought in months. He’d missed the last custody court case, which was just the last in a long line of others, and I’m pretty sure he’d lost his rights to his kids by now. I could’ve reminded him, but why the hell should I? I was no longer interested in them or their lives.
Once, they were a means to hurt their mother and keep her in her place. I only wanted them if it meant that there wouldn’t be any more dealings with her, no reason for her and Doug to have to interact with each other, and no way for old feelings to resurface.
But that slick bitch had left me with her trash of an ex and moved on. What the hell did I want with her brats? And what’s more, I don’t want their father either so there was no reason to show him what a great mom I could be to his kids.
It's funny because now, she and her new husband were the ones who no longer had to deal with her ex. They could move on with their lives, free of that headache. I wonder what they plan to tell the kids about him. About us? Sara was too young to know, but Kevin might be old enough to remember that he had a father. Then again, the life he's living now, why the hell would he remember this turd of a human.
I went to the fridge to get tonight’s dinner out of the freezer because I wasn’t in the mood to cook for his stupid ass. He came up behind me, huffing like a bull, and punched me in the side. I lost my wind for a second but breathed through it with thoughts of him dying soon, keeping me on my feet.
I ignored him and went to put the food in the microwave, totally ignoring his rants behind me. But then he said the wrong damn thing. “You fat ugly bitch, you were never as good as Rachel. You tricked me into fucking you and destroyed my life. Now my wife and kids are living with someone else, and I’m stuck here with you.”
Oh, he was in fine form tonight. “Is it me you’re mad at, or are you mad that your ex and your kids are doing much better than they ever would have if they’d stayed with you? I should call Rachel and charge her for the upgrade. If I hadn’t taken your worthless ass off her hands, she’d be stuck in a dead-end marriage with a loser like you.”
I don’t know where I got the nerve to answer him back, let alone say all those things, but as I said, just knowing that I would soon be rid of him gave me the courage I’d been lacking. I guess I wanted to get all of the anger and bitterness out before it was too late.
I didn’t want to come home from work one day and find him dead on the floor before I got the chance to tell him just what I thought of him. My plan was to make it look like alcohol poisoning, so I’ve been collecting his bottles and keeping them under the kitchen sink where he would never look so when the time came, there would be more than enough evidence.
I guess my last crack was too far over the line because he punched me in the chest hard enough to lift me off my feet. I didn’t feel fear until I realized I was going to come down with my head against the counter, the granite counter, but by then, it was too late.
I opened my mouth to scream, but it got cut short when I hit my head with a thud before slumping to the floor. I knew something was wrong before I passed out. I couldn’t feel my body, and there was no sound coming from my mouth as I looked up at him from my place on the floor with my mouth open in horror.