Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Though I hadn’t known that back then, I still had more than enough reason to believe that he still had feelings for her, feelings that no amount of drugs had been able to erase, but did he ever stop to think how that would make me feel? He never gave a damn.
That’s why I’d needed to keep her alive and suffering to make up for the fact that my husband never loved me the way he did her. I may put on a brave face for the world to see, but there is no way to hide the truth from myself. Something I have been avoiding admitting even to myself until now.
Once I finally accepted that truth and decided not to hide from it any longer, that, along with everything else that has been going on lately, brought me to the only conclusion that works for me. With my mind made up, all that was needed were the resources I would need to carry out my plans, and since I had no one to turn to for help, I wasn’t sure that I would even get the satisfaction.
By some stroke of luck, I was able to rent a car using my phone again, and no one seemed the wiser. I was smart enough to use a disguise, just a different colored wig and a ball cap, but so far, no one had questioned me even though my maiden name was just as well-known as my married one.
It was almost too good to be true the ease with which I was able to get out of L.A. after spending one horrendous night in that place. No one was looking for me, I know, because I’d checked the Internet once I was able to get a charger for my phone, which came with the car, thankfully. And though that was about all the piece of shit town car had to offer, compared to what I was used to, it had come in very handy.
I have no plans on turning in the car in the next few days like I’d promised because I have no idea where I was going after I got through taking care of business in New York. My pulse raced at the thought, and I had to slow down to control my impulsive thoughts and getting ahead of myself.
I couldn’t get the picture of Ryder and Elena together out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. I’d spent the whole night and all the next day going out of my mind and only then realized that I had been so afraid that I hadn’t even tried calling Ryder since leaving the hospital.
I tried it earlier this morning and after no response time and again, came to the conclusion that I was blocked. That is what led me to where I am now. I still won’t believe or accept that he was back with her; there’s no way I will live in a world where that was a thing.
I don’t know what’s going on, but I know for sure that there’s no way Ryder and I are divorced because I would have never signed those papers. I’m afraid I know exactly when I signed them though and if I could convince a judge that I’d been tricked that would be the end of their game.
What grounds would he have had for asking for the divorce? And what judge is going to believe that I signed away millions of dollars just because? I know I’ve convinced the world that we married for love, but not even Juliet would’ve let Romeo get away with that shit.
I know I have right on my side, so even if Ryder had somehow tricked me into signing those papers, all I have to do is tell that to the judge, and things would go back to the way they were.
The longer I drove something kept niggling at my mind telling me that this was all too easy. I went from feeling hunted and having people jump out at me around every corner to nothing.
I felt almost as if I was being led, kind of how I felt when I first left the hospital. That feeling of being watched intensified the further away I got from L.A., but there was no one following me. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was in an alternate universe where nothing made sense.
I’d tried calling Dad, but there was no answer, and when I did get through to Mom, all she did was yell. There was no one else to call. It’s not like I was going to call the Hudsons; I was well rid of them. And if Mary Hudson wanted to come after me for outing her, well, just let her.
In all honesty, my hope is that the authorities pick her ass up before she can do anything, and those people she was doing business with have no idea where I am or even who I am. I’d checked and found that the little bitch really had taken my money, but I still had information I could sell, so I wasn’t really too worried about that.