Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
First things first, I need to join the gym. Doug refused to let me because he had blown up to almost twice his size with a gut and no neck, so he didn’t want me working on myself. I’d let myself go right along with him even though I didn’t pick up his drinking habit.
But once he’s out of my life, there’s nothing stopping me. I’ve already got my eye on someone here at the office who doesn’t know I’m alive because I look nothing like myself, but once I get my act together, that will change, I have no doubt.
The buzz around the office is that he’s in a dead bedroom, and the wife is a sour hag. Their kids are teens, and almost out of the house for college, so that’s even better. So far, the only move I’ve made is to make myself seen as helpful and personable around the office.
I’ve been building my reputation by keeping my head down, doing the work, and going home. I don’t hang out after work or get involved in office drama, so most here think highly of me. All of that will come in handy once I lose the weight and get back to the way I’m supposed to be.
I’d had the sense to check on Doug’s life insurance policy, which he had forgotten to change after we got married. Rachel and his kids are still the beneficiaries, and since he was worth much more when he took out the policy, it was for a lot.
I made sure it was up to date and started the steps to having it changed along with all the other finances that he hadn’t even looked at since we got married. She’d sold the old house and put the money in a trust for their kids together. Of course, she can afford to do that; her husband is worth more than most people alive.
She and her kids do not need our pittance, and besides, for the hell he’s put me through these last few months, I deserve to get paid. Things were finally looking up for me, thankfully, after falling into that deep dark hole.
All I have to do is keep myself grounded so as not to give my plans away. The thallium should do its thing in a month and a half to two months, according to how I have parceled it out. Between the doses I’d added to his whisky, which I plan to gift him as soon as I get home this evening and the dosage I’ve been adding bit by bit to his meals, it shouldn’t be much longer than that.
I’d even made him some freezer meals under the guise that I didn’t want him to be hungry during the day while I was gone. He actually bought it, as if I could care about a monster like him. So, all in all, I’ve got everything covered, and I can look forward to my new life after he’s dead and gone. Good riddance.
BASTARD
She had the babies. Three instead of two. Even in this, that bastard had to show me up. Their bastards are all anyone would talk about, but I can’t get any more information other than she’d had them.
I was going crazy, wanting to know more. Somehow, this made things seem more real, more permanent. I don’t know when I got it into my head that there could be a chance for us. That because she was the mother of my kids and someone who once loved me, she might take me back.
I know the kind of person Rachel is, and she’s more about family than looks and wealth. She wouldn’t just choose to stay with him over me because he had more to offer than I did. I’d prayed for her to slip and fall every day throughout this pregnancy, but obviously, that didn’t happen.
And now there was no reason for her to come back to me. She had our kids and theirs; she won’t choose to leave him with babies involved. It all came crashing down on me at once, the loss that I had endured.
I got my phone and went through my photos for the images of my wife and kids that that bitch had made me erase when we first moved in together. It cost me a pretty penny to retrieve them, but they were all back.
Today was the first day I felt the strong need to look at them. I had refrained all this time because those images only brought me pain. I wanted them back mostly so that when I won them back, I could show them, Rachel, and the kids that I never once stopped thinking about them.
Rachel is the type to fall for that stupid shit. But now, I’m not going to get the chance to show them how much I care. I ran, as well as I could anyway, to the bathroom and threw up. I would cry if I knew how, but all I felt was empty.