Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure how to answer him or if I wanted to. I didn’t realize we were at the point in this fiasco where he could discuss his floozy in my damn kitchen.
I didn’t even bother answering him; I just got up and walked away because, seriously? What the fuck? “Jolene!”
“Fuck off!” Yup, I’m going to start acting like that grown-up any day now.
“Are you planning to be like this for the rest of our lives?”
“Actually, no, I’m waiting for you to get out of my house so I can start living my new life.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but take a guess. Thank the Lord I had my kids young; now I can party like a rockstar.” I don’t even know what the hell that means, but I’ve heard the kids saying it, and it seemed to fit.
“What do you mean party?” He really is a jackass. I kept going, and he followed quick on my heels, making a nuisance of himself.
“What is it that you want now, Kevin?”
“I want an answer; you’re not acting like yourself.”
“Oh, and you are? Were you acting like yourself when you fucked someone younger than our youngest son?” Why am I saying this shit? I am all the way over it already, so why? That’s what I get for even entertaining him in the first place.
“Fine, you wanna talk about the affair? Let’s talk.”
“I have no interest in hearing the gory details, thank you very much. I just want you out of my face. Please go away.” He’s got nerve. He came crawling home later than usual, which meant he was with her or whoever he’s screwing around with these days and had the nerve to come at me with his shit.
“By the way, you don’t have to apologize for sending the cops after me. If you hadn’t or she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met the hottie I’m gonna ride before the ink dries on our divorce.” He looked like a guppy with his mouth opening and closing without uttering a word.
He tried storming up the stairs after me, and I don’t know what got into me, but I kicked backward with my right foot and heard him go down. Looks like I got him in the balls. I only looked back long enough to make sure I didn’t kick him down the stairs because I didn’t want him dying in my house.
He was holding his crotch with that glassy look in his eyes. “Jo, what the hell?” He gritted out the words.
“Don’t follow me.” I left him there crouching while holding his family jewels, headed to my room, and locked the door.
Why do I still feel bad for him? Shouldn’t I have reached the point where I no longer care if he lives or dies? That idiot. Why the hell did he have to go and do this to us? Why did he have to turn out to be one of those weak men who can’t control their dicks?
He fucked up our whole existence for some pussy that I’d bet my left tit wasn’t worth it. She’s eighteen years old. What the hell does she know? I’d really like to know what goes through people’s heads when they decide to do this shit.
It's as if the little devil on their shoulder takes over, and they make the biggest mistake of their lives. No thought to the repercussions or the damage they do to the heart and soul of the partner who trusted them enough to take vows with them.
I only realized I was crying when a tear dropped on my hand. I looked at that little drop of water for the longest while as if I couldn’t make sense of what it was.
Was this really it? Was my life really at a crossroads that I never expected to face? Why didn’t I prepare better? Why did I trust and love him so much? And what’s more, why didn’t he feel the same for me?
DALTON
“What game are you playing with my daughter-in-law?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“Don’t play games with me, I saw you and my son being rather chummy a few days ago and put two and two together. I was wondering why, with a clear-cut case like hers, it was taking so long, but I guess now I know. Give her what she wants, or I’ll make your life a living hell.”
“I don’t understand; why would you go against your son in this situation? All the boy wants is another chance to fix his family.”
“She’s been my daughter since she was fourteen years old. What? You think I should let you and my ass of a son walk all over her because she’s not my blood? Think again. She’s the mother of my grandkids and not you, not my son; not anyone is going to fuck her over and get away with it. Now, do the right thing unless you want to lose your job.”