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)
As much as I appreciate the speed at which he’d done most of these things my mind was mostly occupied with Natalie’s son. Sabi kept me up to date daily since she’d worked her magic and was now in Natalie’s good graces.
The fact that she has to pretend to hate me and want me out of her family is a small price to pay to keep a little boy safe. She and the nanny had become close like I’d told her to, and she was getting even more info from that angle. It took her two tries but we were able to hack into the nanny cam, which was the only thing keeping me sane these days.
The reason I’d asked Sabrina to get close was because I figured if Natalie believed there was a chance for her and Garrett, she’d go easy on the kid. One of the things I got Sabrina to talk Natalie into doing was leaving the house more and more, so she was only home in the evenings after the baby went to bed.
I feel sick to my stomach each time I go to review the recordings because I never know what I’m going to find, but thankfully they were mostly filled with her rants against me and what a gold-digging bitch I am, with poor Sabrina having to egg her on and keep the look of distaste off her face while she’s at it.
I prefer that to watching her hit her child. There was more than enough shit on there to get her divorced ten times because I can’t imagine that any man could stomach hearing his wife go on and on about her ex and how much she wished they were still together.
She’d railed against that poor man as if he had done something to her. She claimed she only married him as a test to my husband because she wanted to see if he would step in like some cheesy romance novel and stop her from getting married at the last minute. That’s when I realized she was both crazy and stupid as hell.
Since we were leaving tomorrow, I’d invited my family over for dinner. Dad was Mom’s plus one, which I didn’t fight against, but I still wasn’t ready to engage with him. My bitchiness extended to icing him out while talking to everyone else in the room.
It was childish and petty, but I’m still pissed at him for getting involved with that snake who damn near destroyed all of us. No one spoke about her and the shit she’d done, and there was no mention of Mitzie either, though I had told the boys what I was doing there.
They seemed surprised as well as relieved because they, too, had suspected, I guess from things Dad had said, that Mitzie didn’t have it that easy either. I wanted to ask the man I used to look up to how the hell he could sit back and watch that monster destroy two young lives.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, and that’s why I’m nowhere near close to letting him off the hook. Mom seemed much happier than I’d ever seen her, and they were making plans to get remarried once the divorce was final, which should be in another three months.
For now, Dad was living back at the family home and was still bitching about the money he lost because of Helen when she had his house condemned. And no, I did not correct him.
He asked the boys to ask me what happened to his car and my response was very succinct and to the point. ‘What makes you so sure that I had something to do with it?’
I knew for a fact that his insurance covered it, and he was already waiting for a replacement, so at the end of the day, it was just a minor inconvenience. I was actually hoping that the classic would get condemned along with the house because I know that would’ve hurt.
“So, how long are you guys going to be there for?”
“A week, maybe. Garrett browbeat my boss into letting me go remote unless I need to travel for a meeting or something.”
“Oh? And how do you feel about that?”
“I’m not sure yet; give it some time, and I’ll let you know.”
“It doesn’t matter; she’s not going back because she doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble. It’s best if she stays here where I can keep an eye on her.” Who asked him? My brothers were smirking and trying to hide it as if I couldn’t read their minds. I know they were thinking that there was someone who could control me, finally.
I could tell them how I controlled him, but that was not a good dinner table conversation, and besides, my brothers did not need to know about my sex life. I gave Garrett a warning look filled with promise for the night to come, but he just winked at me and took a sip of his wine.