“Hang on a minute…” Alex butts in, turning to his wife. “Someone came to you about my ex-wife, and then you went to the cops and turned her in? All without consulting me?”
“You would have stopped me,” she barks, and Alexander’s face morphs into fury.
“Damn right I would have. Didn’t you stop to think about how this will affect us? My sons?”
“She’s killing people, Alex. Who cares about those brats? They are probably just as evil as she is.”
Alex bolts up off the sofa, his hands balled into fists as he glares down at Tamara.
Huh. I guess he does love our boys more than he loves this bitch.
“They are good kids,” Alex sneers, and Tamara glares right back.
“Uh-oh,” I remark. “Lovers’ quarrel.”
Barrett chuckles from behind me, but Tamara’s glare is stabby as hell when she levels me with it.
Before I know what’s happening, her wine glass is sailing through the air towards me.
I duck, just in time, hearing it smash somewhere behind me before I start stalking towards her.
“There’s always been something wrong with you!” she screams, stumbling to the side before picking up a vase from the end table and hurling it my way, the attempt going wide, smashing against the wall.
“You’re a sick bitch! The things you’ve done! No wonder Alexander could never love you.”
Tamara’s words don’t hurt. I already know I’m not wired the same as most people, and Alexander’s love isn’t something I’m seeking.
As I continue to stalk her around the room, occasionally ducking the objects she throws at me, I ask her more questions.
“Who was the man that came to you?”
She scoffs. “I told you I don’t know. Don’t you listen?”
“But you so easily helped him, didn’t you?” I ask, looming closer.
“How else am I going to get you out of the way?!”
I stop stalking her, my brows hitching at her admission, as Alexander’s strained voice cuts through the room.
“Why would you do this?”
She scoffs at Alexander. “You piece of shit. You won’t change your will. Everything is to go to your thug sons and your ex-fucking-wife. What about me?”
“You mean, what about Melanie, right?” I ask, and Tamara glares at me, her top lip curling as her fingers dig into the cushion on the fancy chair across the room that is only there to look pretty and not actually sit on.
“Melanie has got it good. She won’t ever need to worry,” she tuts. “Me though? I’m expendable. When this limp dick dies, I’ll be left with nothing while you and your sons soak up the riches I’ve spent the last fucking twenty years earning!”
“What the hell, Tamara?!” Alex yells, but I ignore him.
“So, this is all about money? You want me disgraced and out of the way?” I ask, honestly curious. “Telling the twins about Melanie was about money, too?”
“Telling the twins about Melanie was to draw a wedge between you. Break up this happy fucking family so that maybe Alexander would see you for what you really are and remove you from his will and add me in your place. But as usual, I’m always in your fucking shadow while you sit pretty in your fucking tower, living off the money that rightfully belongs to me.”
“My tower?” I scoff. “I was married to a man that never loved me. A man who still continued a relationship withyouright throughmymarriage. Any coin I got from Alex over the years was for my fucking sufferance.”
“Ouch,” Alexander mutters.
“Shut up, Alexander,” Tamara and I hiss in unison, and Barrett chuckles.
