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)
I had a child to raise and I wanted better for her. What’s so wrong with that? Once I realized that I had a way with men and didn’t have to just settle for the boy I met in high school, I decided to set my sights higher. I didn’t want to kill myself working for the rest of my life after all, and with my looks, why shouldn’t I shoot for the stars?
Corbin had been easy. I knew once I got him to open up about his home life, especially the fact that his wife wasn’t putting out because of her depression, that it would be child’s play getting him in my bed, and from there, I would do the rest.
The only fly in my ointment had been his kids, especially his bitch daughter who wanted to be Daddy’s girl, while leaving my kid out in the cold. It had been a long, hard fight, but I eventually won there too. But the little bitch had lost her mind, and since then, everything has gone to shit.
I knew I should’ve called the cops that night. She broke in here and attacked us. Things would be so different now if I had, I’m sure. But the truth is, I felt him slipping away long before that. It started when she didn’t invite him to her graduation when he had to hear about her valedictorian speech from others.
Or maybe it started long before that and I just never realized. I was too busy enjoying my new status to care about him sulking. After his attack of conscience when I threatened to sue him and the company all those years ago, I sensed a shift even then, but as long as I got what I wanted, I didn’t care about anything else.
I was Corbin’s wife, and my kid was enrolled in one of the best schools in the area, where she got to meet the sons and daughters of the wealthier citizens. She got to wear better clothes, and so did I. It didn’t matter that I had to force him; I didn’t care as long as I got to live the life I always dreamed of.
I’d wasted my youth on my high school sweetheart, who was arguably the love of my life; he was just too poor, is all. It’s not my fault that Gigi was too stupid to hold onto her man. That bitch refused to remarry or even date as the years went by, and I knew that my husband felt a way about that.
His family and mine had turned their backs on me. I was able to buy my way back into my family’s good graces. I guess bills needing to be paid trumped their moralistic high ground, but I was never able to get his side of the family to accept me and my child, no matter how hard I tried.
I never understood how they could treat a child like that. Corbin’s children were spoiled right in our faces, always going on trips overseas with their grandparents, having shopping sprees every season, especially the little bitch.
It wasn’t fair. She had her mother’s family to spoil her; she didn’t need my husband’s as well. I’d argued time and again with Corbin about that, but he never seemed to care too much. His answer was always that I got what I wanted, and he wasn’t going to fight his family for me.
The first few years of our marriage, I had to put up with his kids in my house, taking time away from Mitzie and me, but once the last boy went away, I was finally able to breathe, and things started looking up again.
I was never able to knock the shit out of Alyssa the way I always wanted to, but at least I was able to drive a wedge between her and her father. It’s not my fault that her Dad chose my kid over her; he had the choice. I know I had worn him down, not to mention the threats I’d made against Gigi when things didn’t go my way.
But now that the kids were all grown I’m starting to see the cracks in my plan. It felt as if I had been losing ground for a while, but so much time had gone by that I didn’t think there was any danger to myself.
And then the wedding came up. I wasn’t invited, of course, and neither was Mitzie. I threatened Corbin about what would happen if he went without us, but this time, he didn’t seem too worried. I’d still insisted on going anyway, and he’d agreed once I threatened to show up anyway and make a scene at his precious daughter’s wedding.
It didn’t matter how I got my way. The outside world didn’t have to know that my marriage was a sham and had been from the beginning. I didn’t care about any of that. He had to keep up appearances after all, so he couldn’t mistreat us, but now that the kids were all grown, he didn’t seem to care as much.