Chapter 3
I’m seeing red. “Fuck you little shit, you’re paying for those flowers!“]
Callum rolls his eyes. “Elara, he’s just a kid. Why are you being so dramatic?”
“Go make dinner. Stop picking on a child.“]
He actually tries to hand me an apron.[]
I laugh in disbelief. “Callum, what am I, your fucking maid? Why the hell should I cook for you people?”
Callum’s face darkens. “Elara, can you just be reasonable for once? You’ve been throwing a tantrum since City Hall.“]]
“Everything was fine until you started stirring up drama.“[]
“I’m giving you a chance to make things right. Cook dinner as an apology to Vivienne and Eli.“[]
I stare him down. “Callum, look me in the eye and tell me you really think there’s nothing wrong here? You honestly believe I
should apologize?“]]
Callum won’t meet my eyes.[]
After a moment, he sighs. “Look, the kid’s innocent in all this. You’re the adult here, Elara. What’s wrong with making a little sacrifice for a child? I’ll make it up to you later.“]
My blood runs cold. “Why should I? Aren’t I innocent too?“]
That’s when the little psycho grabs a fork from somewhere and stabs it into my thigh. “Get out! Get out of my house!”
I shove him away hard. This house is mine, you little bastard. If anyone’s leaving, it’s you.“[]
The kid starts bawling and runs to Vivienne.[]
The house really is mine- I bought it as our future home.[]
Apparently Callum forgot that detail when he decided to play house with his new family.[]
Vivienne starts fake crying. “We’re so sorry. We shouldn’t have come. We’ll leave right now.“[]
But Callum stops her, looking all protective.[]
He turns to me, annoyed. “It’s dark out and Vivienne has a child with her. Where are they supposed to go? Can’t you just be the bigger person here?“]
I nod coldly. “Fine. But they’re gone by morning, or I’m calling the cops.”
Callum frowns. “If you’re going to kick them out, then I’m leaving too.“]
I smile sweetly. “Perfect. Now get the fuck out.“]
Chapter 3
I head to my bedroom to sleep.
But what I find makes my stomach turn.]]
The sheets are wrinkled, the comforter is all messed up from being slept in.[]
And under the pillow? Some bitch’s used underwear.[]
I’m about to fucking puke.[]
Vivienne already slept in my bed?]
I grab my important documents and storm out without even looking at them, slamming the door behind me.[]
I’ll stay in a hotel tonight. That whole place is contaminated now. Tomorrow I’m getting cleaners in there to sanitize every inch.
Everything they touched is going straight in the trash.]
After this clusterfuck of a day, I’m exhausted.]]
I get cleaned up and collapse on the hotel bed when my phone buzzes.
Someone’s requesting to add me as a friend.[]
I accept, and they immediately send me a bunch of photos.[]
Every single one shows Callum and Vivienne.
In my house. On what was supposed to be my marriage bed. Fucking like animals.[]
The last message reads: “Smart people know when to quit.”
I text back: “If someone wants to dig through trash, who am I to stop her?“]
Then I turn off my phone and pass out.[]
I wake up to bright morning sunlight.[]
After breakfast, I head back to reclaim my house.
But when I open the door, I freeze.
The place is covered in balloons and streamers. Wedding photos of Callum and Vivienne are plastered all over my walls.
There are strangers everywhere – sitting on my furniture, raiding my fridge, drinking from my glasses.]
My books and files are scattered everywhere. My rare collectibles from auctions, the precious gifts from my parents – they’re being passed around like party favors. Some are already broken on the floor.]
I’m livid, but I keep my cool as I turn off their sound system.[]
Everyone glares at me]
Chapter 3
“Who are you people and why the hell are you in my house?” I demand.
They all look confused. “Your house? This is Vivienne’s place.“[]
“We’re here for the wedding. Who are you?“]
1 can barely speak through my rage. “Wedding? Callum and Vivienne are having their wedding in MY house?”
Suddenly someone points at me. “Wait, I recognize her! Isn’t she that homewrecker?“]]
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