Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Then I sent her conversations between her two best friends, where she talked shit about one to the other and vice versa. I let the women whose husbands she had slept with over the years know all about it. I bet she never expected any of these things to be made public or have any idea that anyone else knew.
I sent Corbin the evidence of her affairs because as much as I disliked him, I didn’t want her getting her hands on my family’s inheritance. I want her destitute and without resources the way she’d tried to do to my mother all those years ago.
At the end of the day, I wanted her out of my town like I told her, but since she hadn’t made any moves in that direction, I was going to help her along. I’ll give it about three days before she had nowhere to turn because I was about to burn all her bridges for her.
I won’t let her get a job at the local fast-food joint if I can help it. Wherever she goes in this town, I will hound her until she gives up because I do not want to see her ever again. I have four people to run out of town, so I couldn’t spend much more time on her. I needed to get the ball rolling on all of them in a concentrated effort.
I didn’t have much on Lacey other than the affair with Denny since she was never really on my radar. I knew she had some jealousy issues because of my relationship with her sister, but never in a million years would I have thought she was capable of what she had done.
But, from reading through some of what had been said about her, I knew where to go for what I needed or how to stir the pot, but first, I had to find out if she was really pregnant. I’m not that much of a monster to attack a pregnant woman, but it was going to be hell putting it off until after the baby came if she was indeed pregnant.
As much as I’d like for her to saddle my ex with someone else’s child, I'd much rather that she was lying so I could move on with my plans. Like I said, I’m not even mad that she slept with Denny; the trash took itself out as far as I’m concerned, but she disrespected me in my home in my bed, and that is not something I can let her walk away from unscathed. Give certain people an inch they’d take a damn mile.
Next, I sent Mitzie’s friend some screenshots of conversations pertaining to her between Mitzie and another friend, and I was pretty sure that would fuck her shit up as well. I did both using my name this time and not Rhoda’s because now that I was back I wanted them to know that it was me. I wanted them to seek me out one last time before I sent them on their way to hell.
I still needed Rhoda, though, for the public shit, or Garrett would have a cow. I now have to take his name and reputation into consideration which is a right pain in the ass. But since I didn’t foresee any backlash from the Helen and Mitzie thing, there was no reason to hide.
Dad still doesn’t know that it was me who got his house condemned; he has no idea where his car is, and he will never know that I was the one who transferred his money. He’s lucky I’m not going after his job, but the only reason I’m not is because of Mom.
She loves him, and as much as I wouldn’t forgive my husband for cheating, that’s her cross to bear. I went back over everything I had done so far and hoped it got the job done because even though I had more ammunition in my arsenal, I find that I am getting tired of dealing with old shit.
I think that’s what happens when you find happiness that you didn’t even know you were missing. Things that used to hold importance in your life just lose some of their zest. I don’t even feel as invested in destroying Helen as I once was, which is surprising because I had spent fifteen years hating her guts.
I blame Garrett. He’s too nice to me and has started taking over my thoughts to the exclusion of everything else. I didn’t even know such a thing was possible. That there was a kind of happiness that overshadowed everything else in life.
Once before, that would’ve scared the hell out of me, but for some reason, even though being in love scares me a little bit, I find myself trusting him, not because of anything I’d had him sign but because of this deep-rooted feeling that he and I were on the same page when it came to being human and not a piece of shit who was willing to destroy another person just to get laid.