Chapter 7
When we turned our phones back on, they
were flooded with notifications.
They hadn’t realized we were serious about
the divorce.
Owen went from angry to begging and finally
said, “If you divorce me, you only get half my
money. If you don’t, it’s all yours.”
Scarlett rolled her eyes and muttered, “Do
you think I’m doing this for your money?
Please.”
She wasn’t doing it for the money. When she
got together with Owen, she didn’t even know
he was rich.
“What did your husband… I mean, Justin…
send you?” Scarlett asked.
I showed her my phone, trembling.
Justin said, “I’m great in bed, remember? So
why the divorce?”
Scarlett grabbed my phone and typed away. I
almost dropped it in the pool.
“I’ve seen more action since I dumped your
ass.”
Damn!
But I hadn’t. We were all talk, no action.
We were used to eating dog food, so we
couldn’t bring ourselves to sleep with these
guys.
I’d barely held hands with my model from the
day before.
Scarlett was bolder, and she did squeeze
some abs.
After a while, she said, “They’re scrawny.
Owen is better.”
We were tired and the divorce agreement
hadn’t arrived yet, so we decided to go home.
Justin must have found out about our flight
because he was waiting for us at the airport.
It was a workday.
I wanted to hide under my hat and pretend I
didn’t know him.
Scarlett pushed me. “Stop it. He’s been
staring at you since we came out. Just
consider it a ride home.”
We didn’t say a word and got into Justin’s
car.
As soon as I walked in, our dog ran toward
me, wagging its tail.
Men are dogs.
Owen was at home, sitting on the couch in
silence.
We followed our soon–to–be–exes back to
our rooms.
I looked around the bedroom that I’d shared
with Justin for three years. The “happiness”
on the wall had faded.
Justin had ripped it off the day after the
wedding. He hated all that stuff.
I’d forced him to put it back up.
Justin was mad. He threw the divorce
agreement at me. “So someone thinks they
can handle you better?”
“Yes!”
**
He slammed me on the couch and kissed me.
I couldn’t
move him.
We hadn’t been this close in months. He was
too busy, always coming home late and
crashing.
He let go of me after a while, and I said, “Not
only are you bad in bed, but you suck at
kissing!”
He got angry. His voice turned to ice.
“You better be lying, or I’ll hunt him down.”
He was a monster.
When we were first married, I was working for
a small company. I cried and told him about
being harassed by my boss.
The next day, the company shut down.
The boss was beaten up and put in jail.
Justin wouldn’t let me work after that.
My tears finally came.
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“Justin, I want a divorce. You’ve been married
to your work these past three years. You skip my birthday, run away on our anniversary, and give me jewelry and purses to make up for it.
Now Willow is back. Why continue?”
He asked, “What does Willow have to do with
this?”
I pointed to his drawer. “I know about the
picture of you and her. I tore it up.”
He said, “I don’t remember that picture.”
I said, “Whatever.
“I always wanted to go on a honeymoon, but
you said you were too busy. I’ve been there
and I’ve realized that I can travel without you.
It’s great!”
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“Just leave me. I don’t want any money. Let
me go.”
I had never seen Justin with his head down.
His face was in the shadows.
He looked up and said, “Okay.”
I’d finally gotten what I wanted.
He said, “The dog is mine. But come back
and see it.”
I smiled and said, “Okay.”
He signed the agreement.
As I left, I looked back.
く
Justin held the dog that was running toward
- me.
