Chapter 9

CHAPTER9

Justin had no idea that I was following the game plan in my playbook. Each time I looked in his face and lied was balm to my soul. Each time I kicked him out of my bed and sent him back to his lonely apartment was revenge for the many nights I spent alone. At least he didn’t have young kids who needed his attention every waking moment.

His girlfriend had gone into hiding before the case went to court because I guess her lawyer had enough sense to tell her to sit her ass down and stop being a pest, at least until the dust settled.

That didn’t stop her from constantly contacting him from strange numbers since he had her number blocked. I enjoyed answering her before erasing my texts so he never knew that I was tormenting her. That was something she’d done to me, after all.

I loved telling her he was in the shower and couldn’t come to the phone, or he was with his kids and was too busy at the moment, but my personal favorite was he was in a sex coma; check back later. She’d done the same to me after the divorce on more than one occasion, and that’s where the custody app came into play. I was only ever calling him about our kids any damn way, but she seemed to think differently.

If she was using a friend’s phone, that friend sure would have a lot to laugh about, just like I worried about being laughed at behind my back because my husband cheated on me with something like her.

Like I said, I erased those texts and blocked the numbers she used, so I doubt he ever realized what was going on. If she ever did get through to him, I wouldn’t know because he knew better than to mention her name in my presence.

Our families had already torn him a new one for bringing that into our lives, so he was trying to toe the line. They were all on pins and needles, waiting to see if we were going to get back together and make things work this time, but they had no idea the hell I had in store for this man.

Look, I was a whole person before I ever met this jackass, and one of the things about that person is she never let anyone get away with shit. He lied to me for two years, so now I’m lying to him with a straight face as well. I had every aspect of this little farce worked out, and I was going off of the things he had done while he was having the affair.

The hotel rooms he booked during our afternoon trysts were to make up for all the times he spent money on her to get one. He bought more flowers now that I was his ex-wife than he did when we were married. Not to mention jewelry luxury bags, the same luxury bags I have a closetful of and never knew he knew existed.

I knew everything he bought her to get into her nasty snatch because I have the receipts, so you best believe I got mine now, too. He didn’t have a clue what I was up to, but I needed that shit to heal.

As a woman, it was very important to me for some reason, especially the fact that he did it all without having to be told, which was a stark contrast to the last two years of our marriage when I had to beg for scraps.

He was more attentive now than when we dated back in college, and that’s saying a lot. I didn’t have to say anything twice to get it done, and he was always fixing some shit in my house that didn’t need fixing. Where the fuck was this guy when I was married?

I did notice, though, that the kids seemed happier when he was around and were always asking for him on those days when I made him stay his ass away from my house. I guess I hadn’t factored that part in. I’d done my best to keep his presence from them but he was being difficult ever since that nut found herself peeping over my fence.

As expected, she got off with a fine and community service, but I knew that chapter of my life wasn’t over because I wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot. She’d lost her job, had a record, and was back home living with her parents because this market is hell on the pocket, even for people with employment.

Her broke ass didn’t plan ahead since she was relying on my ex’s millions, which wasn’t about to happen. That money belonged to my kids, every last dime. I’d already skinned him in the divorce. I’m not greedy.

The first thing I told Justin after she was sentenced was that she wasn’t allowed around my kids, and if he planned on getting back with her or even marrying her someday, I’d get my shark of a lawyer to go for full custody, and he’d never see my kids again. She’s a damn menace, after all, and a bit of a lunatic to boot; how can I allow her around my babies?

I still hadn’t told him about the pregnancy as yet, everything in its time. I waited for the sentencing mess to be behind us, which didn’t take long, and was about three months along by this point so the baby was rather stable in my estimation.

I waited until one day when the kids were with our parents to tell him the news. He had the nerve to be excited, started patting my stomach and asking to see my tummy like he didn’t just have me naked riding his dick. What an ass!

Somehow, we ended up back upstairs in my bed doing the nasty because a pregnant Callie is a horny toad, and he isn’t much better.

I let him have his little victory fuck before bursting his bubble.

“So, what do you want to do? Should we get remarried? I should move back in to help you out. You know how you get when you’re pregnant.” If he was a smoker, he’d be lighting up right about now.

“Stop right there. You’re moving way too fast, and besides, marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“How can you say that? You always wanted to be married with a houseful of kids.”

“Yeah, well, I married this colossal asshole who turned me off the idea. Never again!” That one got him really good, and he was like to burn my pillowcase with all the fire he was breathing.

Unluckily for him, I wasn’t done for the night.

“You’re forgetting one other thing. It might not be yours.” That’s right motherfucker. Now, I played around with the idea of coming clean about my imaginary boyfriend but decided that it was best if, for the rest of his life, ‘Tim’ lived rent-free in his head.

For all the nights I wondered, all the tears I shed. His ass was going to suffer for the next six months, at which point I was going to insist on a DNA test. I could do it sooner to put his mind at ease, but why the hell would I wanna go and do a stupid ass thing like that?