Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Someone from her hometown got wind of the post somehow, and that’s where the real fun began. I was contacted privately and given the whole story along with pictures, and let’s just say she looked nothing like she does now back then, even though she’s looking kind of rough these days.
I was only too happy to share these images with Justin so he could see who he left me for. The real her, not the plastic version she’d presented to him, but I didn’t stop there. To add insult to injury, I sent the images to his phone, unblocked her number, and sent them to her, asking, ‘Is this really you?’ Then I texted her from my phone with the same image and laughing emojis. I haven’t heard from her since.
Her ass is still being dragged for filth all over social media, and now her high school victims and college casualties were teaming up in an online forum made just for her. I couldn’t have planned it better myself, but I was too busy with my aching back and kids who wanted all the attention I had to give.
Every once in a while, when I needed a break, I’d mention Tim and run away for the weekend, but I was getting too big for that now, and besides, Justin wouldn’t let me go anywhere without him.
He's tied my shoes, made me breakfast in bed, and didn’t say a word when I hired the babysitter full-time and let his mom off the hook. What was he going to say? He didn’t live there, though he was the one paying for her with the adjusted child support.
That’s right as if he wasn’t paying enough, I needed more money to pay for the babysitter. If he thought it was coming out of my pocket he had another thing coming. He paid and paid very well without saying a peep.
He took me to spa days, rubbed my feet at night, and mourned the fact that he hadn’t done these things earlier, that we had to go through the trauma of a divorce and put my children through hell for him to learn how to be a father.
I took it all as my due and felt no guilt or shame for any of it. He was learning how to treat me the way I wanted and not the way he thought I should be, which could be two different things altogether, and I had the freedom of telling him to yeet his ass out of my house whenever I didn’t feel like being bothered.
My kids were happy, though, and that was something. There was no more monster wanna-be stepmom in their lives and they didn’t have to share their dad’s time with a stranger. On the nights I kicked him out of my bed he’d show up first thing in the morning to help me get the kids off to Pre-K while I slept in. Isn’t he such a sweetheart?
I pulled back on the revenge a lot these last few weeks because I’m too damn pregnant for the drama of it all, but I still zing him every once in a while. Like when I went into labor, brought on by a rather deep back shot, or side shot, whatever you wanna call it. Look, he was behind me while I laid on my side propped up by pillows okay.
Anyway, I thought I was cumming, but it was a hell of a lot more than that. Justin rushed me to the hospital looking nervous as hell, and I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking because I’d spent the last few days convincing him that I still wasn’t sure whose baby it was and I wasn’t sure if we could keep seeing each other if it was Tim’s.
Our son was born ten hours after we got to the hospital, and two days later, the DNA results came in. You should’ve seen him preening like a peacock because he’d won the coin toss. Bless his heart!
We took our baby home, and he put his foot down and I reluctantly agreed not to see Tim anymore. I even called him while Justin was in the room and told him it was over. My poor cousin probably thinks I’m on something, but I’ll explain things to her later. She was half deaf, so she was the lucky candidate for the call since he insisted on being there.
I still refused his marriage proposal because I was very happy with the way things were. And when we took our boy home, he stepped up and did what he should’ve done with the other three. I didn’t have to get him up in the night for feedings and diaper changes. He took a full six months off for paternity leave and did most of the heavy lifting for the first three of those.