Page 118 of Twisted Truths


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“My husband just left me for a younger girl who reminded me of how we were in school.” She rolled her eyes up. “Look, we were bitches.”

Oh. Shit. She finally gets it.

“We’re adults now, right?” I lifted my beer up.

“I’m sorry. I caught part of the conversation, so I butted in.” She moved to stand.

Edie looked at me, and after I dipped a nod, she turned back to Grace. “Stay.”

A tear made its way down her cheek. “Thanks.”

The server brought another round, along with a bucket of hot wings.

“Finally!” Tara declared and slid the bucket closer to her. “So, that brings us to today. Henry knows Charlie is his. The boys are brothers and Ran has a shit-ton of money on her kitchen table.”

“What?” Edie loaded up her plate. “Why?”

“Margaret paid me a visit.” I took another drink of beer. “Showed up just after Henry left to take the boys to daycare, school, whatever the hell you want to call it.” I drained my second beer and waved the empty bottle at Paul as I pointed to it.

“But what did she want?” Edie licked her fingers and picked up her water.

“Well. She told me to stay away from Henry. Hang on, let me try to get the wording right.”

I kept my eyes on Paul as he brought over another beer. “Ran, you’re going kinda fast there.”

“Who are you? My dad?” I barked out a laugh, then sucked down my third beer and mimicked her nasty voice. “I doubt that a slut like you actually had my grandchild. He was just the lucky rich boy you could pin it on. And as far as he and my real grandson, they need a woman with more class, one that exudes charm and beauty. You are a ragamuffin who smells like a wet dog.”

“She what?” Edie sat forward. “Who the hell does she think she is?”

“Whoa.” Grace paled. “She’s still as nasty as ever.”

Paul walked away, and I fought the tears that threatened and shrugged. “When her words didn’t get their desired effect, she threw an envelope of money at me telling me it was enough to keep us busy and away from Henry and Dillon and that I shouldn’t be stupid. Take the money.”

“And you said?” Tara has wing sauce on her face, and her eyes glimmered with anger.

“I told her to get the fuck outta my house.” I fanned my shirt. “Is it hot in here?”

“Henry …” Paul shook his head.

Vivi shooed him away. “Your dick has no place here.”

“Uh-huh.” Paul raised one eyebrow. “I’ll just take him for a walk this way.” He made a finger gun and shot it, making us all sit there in silence.

When he walked away, Ronnie leaned in. “Has he always been a dork?”

We all nodded, laughing. “For as long as we’ve known him.”

Henry

When I got back to Miranda’s, something felt off. I passed my mother on the road, and when I stepped inside, I swore I could smell her perfume.

My girl was retching over the trash can, so I put my cold hands on the back of her neck, hoping that would help.

When she kicked me out, she wasn’t mad. She was hurting.

I’m not doing this bullshit again.

Her words repeated in my head, and I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Punching my dash out of frustration, I started the car and drove over to my dad’s office.

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