Chapter 7
With bills stacking up, Ava actually had to find work.
Problem was, after twenty-something years of playing housewife to a married man, she had absolutely no job skills-nobody wanted to hire her.
She finally landed a gig washing dishes at some greasy diner.
All that pent-up frustration got dumped on Tom and Tommy.
Every night when she dragged herself home, the whole building could hear Tommy’s screams and Tom pleading for her to stop.
Some neighbors finally couldn’t take it anymore and went off in our building’s group chat.
‘Hey 402, can you stop beating those kids 24/7? Are you even their real mother?”
‘For real, it’s not just the noise-my daughter has nightmares from hearing all that screaming.”
‘I’ve seen those boys of hers. One’s stuck in a wheelchair, the other one’s clearly got mental issues. She probably beat them into that condition.”
‘We’ve all been living here forever-where did these two teenage boys suddenly come from anyway?”
The neighbors went into full gossip mode, with wild theories flying left and right.
was eating popcorn and loving every minute of this drama when Ava finally lost it.
I can discipline MY kids however the hell I want! Stay out of my business!”
All of you can kiss my ass!”
So much for the sweet, innocent mistress act-she sounded like a straight-up lunatic.
In nights when Ava worked late, Theodore would get cozy with his little housekeeper.
Light there in front of Tom and Tommy, not giving a damn.
decided it was time to add some fuel to this fire.
Text morning, I installed a doorbell camera that had a perfect view of their door.
very time Ava left for work, Theodore and Miss Housekeeper were all hands-on each other, coming and going like a couple.
he neighbors definitely noticed but were staying out of it.
ven Ava’s former friends had ghosted her after the whole child abuse situation.
veryone in the building knew Theodore was cheating-everyone except Ava.
spent a fun afternoon editing together Theodore’s greatest cheating hits.
‘hen I created a fake account and dropped the video bomb in our group chat.
‘he chat went absolutely nuclear.
Oh my GOD, this family is completely unhinged!”
I mean, if my wife was beating kids senseless every night, I might look elsewhere too.”
Psycho mom, cheating dad, those poor boys.”
casually added my own little comment.
“Wait, cheating? Y’all do realize Ava was the mistress from day one, right?”
That opened up a whole new can of gossip worms.
Perfect time to drop the birthday party footage-thank God I’d hired that videographer.
I blurred out my face and my boys’ faces so nobody could ID us.
“Holy fucking shit! These two are straight-up evil-faking their deaths and making the wife raise their bastard kids!”
“Then they waltz back expecting to cash in on her hard work! Thank God the real wife had her own kids or she’d be totally screwed.”
“LMAO the ending was perfect! They thought they were getting two Ivy League sons and got two damaged kids instead. Chef’s kiss!”
This time, Ava didn’t fire back with her usual string of curse words.
