Chapter 5

CHAPTER5

Welp, I knew this day had to come sooner or later. “Callie!” I turned at the sound of my name. I’d know that fishmonger voice of hers anywhere. Why is it that when men cheat, they go low? Is it because no self-respecting woman with class would sleep with another woman’s husband? Or because these bottom-feeding skanks are all that are on offer?

I should make his ass pay for cheating on me with this thing with teeth and not finding someone up to my standards. I’m not sure if that makes it worse. Our mutual friends had dragged her for filth in the beginning and still do on occasion unless I shut them down, and he’s become kind of a joke for throwing me over for her.

Now, I don’t think looks are all that matter, which I guess was her point the one time she got through to me on social media to brag about how my upper-class upbringing and having the best of everything hadn’t saved me from her and she’d been able to steal my husband away. At least she knew she was not my equal and not because of her subpar looks or the fact that she comes from a lower socioeconomic background. But for the mere fact that she would stoop so low as to sleep with a married father of three.

Now, I never said a cross word to this woman for screwing up my life. Why? Because she didn’t take vows with me. I didn’t even give Justin a hard time; I grieved in silence until the day I gave him the divorce papers. By then, I had come to terms with the demise of my marriage and was already working on plan B.

No one knows how much I suffered in silence, but I knew that going off on a tangent wasn’t going to un-fuck her, and nothing was going to change the fact that my husband, the man I trusted my heart to, had betrayed me.

I could’ve stayed for the kids, but what good would that have been with me being unhappy and him running the streets because I was dumb enough to give him an easy pass?

The only time I ever spoke to this thing was the day she tried disciplining my son because he refused to acknowledge her presence, which led to her being trespassed from my property.

“What do you want? Are you stalking me again?” She would have to be. How else would she know that I was out running errands? I fixed my shirt so the hickey I’d been hiding in polite society was on full display and what do you know, that’s exactly where her gaze fell.

She puffed up like a blowfish and stomped her ass over to me. “Step back.”

“This isn’t your place; it’s public property, and I can go where I want.”

“Suit yourself, but a TRO is as easy for me to get in this town as a trespass.”

“Where’s Justin? He didn’t come home last night.” You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Where did this inbred ingrate get the audacity?

“He’s with his kids last I checked.”

“You think I don’t know you’re using your kids to get him back? You probably turned his phone off when he got there, too, didn’t you?” I smirked at her because she had yet to look away from my hickey. I wish she would twist her mouth to ask me where I got it, but on the other hand, now was not the time.

If it was, I would’ve told her that her man was at home in my bed laid the fuck out after I put it on him this morning with the kids keeping him company while he recuperated. Speaking of which, I’m gonna have to curtail their TV time next week because they’ve watched way too much in the last two days.

She rambled on about some shit, but I walked away in the middle of her tirade because I had shit to do. Of course, she followed, ranting and raving like a lunatic. It must be eating her up inside that she couldn’t reach him. I remember what that felt like.

She couldn’t go to my place without getting arrested, and I made sure his phone was not only off, which he did himself, but I blocked her number before I left the house just in case he turned it back on. From the looks of it, he hadn’t contacted her, so I guess he didn’t want to talk to her any damn way.

“I’m talking to you.” Touch me, please, I beg you. She had enough sense not to go there and I turned with my hand on my tummy protectively and gave her the wide eyes. “I’m sorry, I need to go; I have to throw up.” Only from seeing your face but you can make of it what you will.

I made a hasty exit as she’d just given me a great idea. I rushed through the rest of my errands and headed back home with all the trappings for a nice Sunday meal.

Justin got very excited when I mentioned it to him upon my return, and I got busy making a nice roast with all the trimmings. I posted that shit on my socials and had a million questions from friends and family alike in the first five minutes.

Everyone wanted to know if that was really Justin in the pictures and if it was new or an old throwback. I showed my ass but good, once again making sure my hickey was on full display. One of them, anyway. The others were in places not fit for polite company.

Of course, I was coy with my answers, especially when the subject of reconciliation came up. But my mother-in-law came through like she always does. ‘Now, this is what I like to see, a family around the dinner table. My one and only daughter-in-law. You’re glowing sweetheart.’ Knowing that my stalker was bound to see that shit and crap herself made my damn day.

I told you I’m a messy bitch; I lapped it all up and didn’t mention a word to him about seeing her in town; I’ll save that little tidbit for later. He wasn’t looking like he wanted to leave at the end of the night, and since I knew she was halfway to crazy by now, I didn’t push.

I put him to work on making baby number four throughout the night and watched him play dad of the year with my kids in the morning before we both had to leave for work. I wanted him out before my mother-in-law showed up because I wasn’t ready to answer any questions.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall when he got to the office where he was bound to meet hellfire from Daisy Dukes. I wasn’t interested in their mess; I had more pressing matters to tend to. I made a stop at the pharmacy, which I didn’t dare do the day before with him up under my ass.

I think I already knew the answer. I’ve been pregnant three times before, and my period, which you could set a clock by, was three days late. Let the games begin bitch.