Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“Sweet pea?”
“Yeah. I’m okay.” She faked a smile. “He’s an asshole.”
“One hundred percent. Don’t listen to him.”
She didn’t want to. Then Todd stormed back into the room, full of reprisal, carrying a folder. He shoved it into her hands. “Here are the names of the women he fucked from the time you said yes to my proposal until now. Look at them. Want me to tell you how many there are? Or do you want to count them? There are ninety-four.”
Ninety-four? He’d picked up a new woman, like, every few days? Madison’s stomach rolled and turned. Sure, Todd could be lying, but if he’d paid for someone to investigate Matt, then he always got his money’s worth. Todd made sure of that. And she’d known Matt wasn’t a monk, but either he had been propositioned a lot and simply never said no…or he had gone out of his way to constantly find new women to fuck. And she knew Matt. It was the latter.
Oh, god. She was going to be sick.
Todd whipped open the folder. “They’re in chronological order, too. Listed by date. He started the night we got engaged. Look.”
Madison couldn’t help but study the paper he’d shoved in her hand. The name at the top of the list? Hannah Jamison, her high school nemesis. Matt had told her about that, but he’d neglected to mention that he’d also nailed the bitch’s best friend, Liv Lawson—on the same night. Regina Hilton came two days later. A sea of names, some she knew far too well—like Yasmin Frazier, Elle Rogers, and Alicia Ray—populated the list. Some she had even considered friends, like Tabitha Drake and Isabelle Vázquez. Others she didn’t know at all—Dana Linville, Michaela Grayson, Parvati Tash, Meredith Case, and Olivia Tucker… The list went on and on. And on, ending with Casey Simmons mere days before Madison had returned to Lafayette and thrown herself at Matt’s mercy.
She carefully blanked her expression. The last thing she wanted was to react and give Todd the satisfaction. But her stomach kept churning. Bile crept up her throat. She felt clammy and faint.
She had pined and pined for Matt. And he seemingly hadn’t thought twice about her. He’d spent all his time getting lucky. And didn’t she feel stupid now?
“Ah, did Romeo forget to tell you about all the cunt he banged while you were apart?” Todd snarled in her ear. “I’m guessing he didn’t brag to you about the groove he had going. But he was hustling, sometimes fucking multiple women in the same stretch of time. Hell, sometimes at once. My hat is off to him. And he rarely even took off holidays, just violated pussy after pussy. I can’t stand the cowboy son of a bitch, but he did damn good for himself.”
Madison tried to piece together a response that sounded unaffected, even dismissive, not like she wanted to claw Todd’s eyes out and scream. Not like she was questioning everything she and Matt had together.
Ethan’s grip at her elbow startled her. He tried to finagle her behind him and take the brunt of Todd’s ugliness. She dug in her heels, not about to let him.
“Madison—” Ethan all but pleaded.
“I’m fine,” she lied. “My husband seems to think I care about my bodyguard’s love life in the past, and I can’t imagine why.”
“You care because you’re fucking him. And because you’re spineless enough to let him use you in whatever kinky ways he wants, like the cum dumpster you are. Have you forgotten that I found you wearing nothing but his T-shirt and his stench a week ago?” Todd turned to Ethan. “You saw it, too.”
“I didn’t see a fucking thing except gators and your annoying ass, tool.”
Bless Ethan for his answer, but she wouldn’t let him fight her battles. She had to shut Todd down, then find some privacy so she could process the bombshell her husband had just dropped.
“Nothing you’ve said matters to me. I’m here for the same divorce I wanted before I left DC weeks ago. You seem to think my desire to end our marriage has everything to do with Matt and nothing to do with you. You’re wrong. Then again, you’ve always been good at fabricating the reality you want. Why should Matt’s past—if it’s even real—or our relationship be any different?” She closed the folder and handed it back to him. “If you paid good money for that report, that’s a shame. I just don’t care.”
She was going to hell for that bunch of lies, but no way would she admit to Todd that Matt’s busy sex life during their separation had crushed her beyond repair.
“I don’t believe you.” He slammed the report on the coffee table and plucked his keys from his pocket. “I don’t give you much credit, but even you shouldn’t be stupid enough to leave nearly a billion dollars for a poontang-chasing douche. And if you are that stupid… Well, you get what you deserve.”