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)
“Ah, my beauty, you’re blushing.”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up. You did this on purpose.”
“How?”
“You set it up so he could find us together before I was ready to tell him.”
Carl just rolled his eyes and carried on with his cuffs. “I’ll bitch slap the curl out your hair.”
“It’s good to see nothing has changed, ah, love very- very extraordinary.”
“Shut up!” Now, they both turned on me. I just grinned and held my hands up in surrender and went in search of my wife.
I had the biggest fucking grin on my face. It only took them five years to come to their senses, but anyone with eyes could see those two were meant for each other. This day is shaping up to be one of the best already, and the party hasn’t even started yet.
I found Justine looking as scrumptious as ever in her evening gown. I checked my watch to see how much time we had. “Damn, cutting it close.”
“Don’t you dare, you stay away from me.” She backed up, and I grinned.
I can’t believe this is my life. Some days, I just wanna pinch myself, and some nights, I wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare that this was all just a dream. It should be illegal to be this damn happy all the time.
“I can’t believe you’re letting me leave the house.”
“Don’t be a smart ass. I let you go out.”
“In the last six months, I’ve left the house twice, and that’s only because Monique broke me out.”
“And almost got her ass fired.”
“Oh, stop it; you know you can’t live without her.”
“That’s what she likes to think anyway. I got a secret.”
“Do tell!” I told her what I saw less than five minutes ago, and she was ready to go find her Mo to get all the details.
“You do, and she’ll make my life a living hell. She’ll tell you when she’s ready. I think she’s a bit embarrassed because she took so long to accept what everyone else already knew.”
“Okay-okay, I won’t say anything.” She pouted and picked up her evening purse off the chaise.
“Let’s go say goodnight to the girls and check in on the boys before we leave.” I held my hand out of her to take and we left the room together.
I’ve thought long and hard about this night. There were many opportunities since the triplets were born, but I didn’t want this night associated with them or my wife in any way.
In the end, the sperm donor had made the suggestion of having a company party since he was under the impression that I was ready to forgive and forget and let him back in. I didn’t correct his assumption since it played well with what I was working on all this time and was actually the perfect solution.
“Welcome back to the scene of the crime.” Had it really been almost two years since I first saw her in this very hotel ballroom? So much had happened in such a short space of time, yet it felt as if no time had gone by at all.
I approached the DJ first before I forgot and had to deal with Catalina’s disappointment. Somehow, for one so young, she has this way of making her displeasure known that leaves you wanting to bend over backward to make it right.
He was more than happy to enjoy the amenities and get paid to do nothing since the playlist was about four hours long. My security team, the ones that were here and not back at the house with the kids and their nurses, had the room surrounded, and I had an earpiece in my ear to keep track of things that were happening on the outside.
I saw Melanie walk in, looking as if she’d won. I’d let Dad talk me into not calling the cops yet, which he didn’t have to work too hard for because I wanted her here for this as well. Had she gone quietly, I would’ve spared her the embarrassment, but since she’s used every opportunity to talk shit about my wife behind her back, I have no empathy.
It was half an hour before I got the alert that the guest of honor had arrived. The room was full of business associates and the city’s most elite citizens doing what they do best: networking.
With a sign from me, the DJ switched out his music, and the strains of a concerto filled the air. The din of voices and laughter seemed to dim as the doors opened, and she walked in.
As expected, all eyes turned to the new arrival, and there were hushed whispers of ‘Who is she? Is that….? It can’t be.’ I kept my eyes on the crazed woman who entered the room, talking to herself and looking around wildly.