Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Monique hadn’t been too far off the mark with her comments earlier; I do want to bundle her and her kids up and take them behind the protective walls of my family estate.
But I know, standing by her side right now, even though I’ve been out of the country for years, and it can be proven that she and I didn’t have an affair before all this, that the mere hint of such a scandal would only make her life more difficult.
I want her to get the most out of this. I want her to skin her ex in the divorce and then use his money to wipe her ass because no matter how much it is, it won’t be as much as I throw away on bullshit every year.
I also have to think ahead because once she gets the ball rolling to start unraveling the life she’d built with this man for the past ten years she’s not going to be in any position to deal with certain things. I know how men with money use that money to manipulate the less fortunate.
I watched my father do that to my mother, the woman he’d met and married straight out of college. Mom was from a poor background, but she was astonishingly beautiful. That’s what attracted Dad to her when they met at a party on campus.
She was there on scholarship, and he was there to piss away my grandparents’ money with his dumb ass. Years later, when I had just finished college, right after graduation, in fact, is when, he asked for a divorce.
I found out later that he had been cheating on her for years but only waited for me to become an adult to hit her with the last blow. She had been genuinely in love with him, but she was no match for the high society bitch he left her for, or so she thought. He’d claimed that he was tired of being embarrassed by her background. Yeah, it took him twenty years to come to that conclusion.
I was so mad I almost killed him, and then when she took her own life, I almost did. It was only my grandmother pleading with me not to throw my life away that saved his ass.
And then, I left the country and proceeded to put my life in danger every chance I got. Had it not been for Carl, I would’ve died ten times already. Because I just stopped caring. But now, now I have something to live for, and it’s not because of a good cause.
I’m now teaching people in third-world countries how to run their own corporations and take control of their country’s assets without the need for outside help that was meant only to rob them of their resources and give them pennies on the dollar.
That’s what I’ve been doing for the past fifteen years. Monique claims I’m doing it for my mother because of where she came from, maybe. I’m not sure anymore. I just know I have a strong hatred for those who prey on the weak and use their money to oppress the innocent.
My father tried to leave my mother broke, and it was only my grandparents who stepped in in the end and made sure she got her fair share in the divorce. But she was never in it for the money; she genuinely loved him. Then he let that bitch he married treat her like shit and ostracized her from everyone she knew until she had no other choice, or so she thought, but to end it all.
That’s the day I almost killed my father, a day that I still relive day in and day out. A day that I plan to revisit one day when no one is looking.
JUSTINE
I had to head back early Sunday evening because my oldest daughter needed to be at school the next day. I was not looking forward to seeing my mother-in-law because who knows what lies her son had fed her, but the mood I was in, she wouldn’t want to get in my face the way she always did.
Marcus followed me back while my family was taken back home because they had lives to get back to but promised to come out again in a couple of weeks when school was out, which is when we usually got together at the beach house.
It was only about eight when I pulled up to her house and rang the bell and I was glad not to see my ex’s car in the driveway. She opened the door with her stink face on. “Where are the kids?”
I heard my babies calling for me once they heard my voice.
“You’re not taking them anywhere this time of night.”
“Bitch, if you don’t move out of my face right now.”