Page 109 of Ruin

Not gonna lie. I felt a stab of jealousy, knowing some woman was calling him.

I quickly brushed it off because she could be anyone. A friend. Someone who works in the boxing industry.

Then, his phone beeped a text a minute later.

I’m in NY for a few days. You wanna get together? It’s been too long since I’ve had you inside me. ;)

Yep. No mistaking that.

He got a sext. While he was upstairs, reading a bedtime story to our daughter.

Mr. I Want You Back is sexting with this Mindi chick, and I want to stab myself in the eye with a blunt instrument. And throw up.

Screw him.

I didn’t say anything to him when he came downstairs. Of course, he didn’t say anything to me.

Just picked his cell and car keys up and left without giving me a backward glance.

Probably going to ring Mindi and meet for sex.

Mothereffing asshole.

I Googled his name along with Mindi’s, and I got some hits.

Mindi Warrington is a pretty blonde pro tennis player that Zeus has been linked to on occasion. The last news story on them was five months ago, according to the date on the entertainment website. They were spotted entering a hotel together.

My cell phone screen nearly cracked, as I was pressing down on it that hard while reading.

I hate him. And her.

Well, I don’t hate her. It’s not her fault that Zeus is a gigantic ass. Who came here and invaded my life. Turned everything upside down. Promising me the earth. All the while, he’s been sexting with Mindi, the perky tennis player.

Screw him.

Asshole.

He doesn’t get to treat me like this. He doesn’t get to come here with his insincere declarations, making promises of forever, while he’s got another woman on the burner.

Ugh. I hate that he’s turned me into a psychoanalyzing nutjob.

I yank my earbuds out and jump off my bed. I start pacing my room. Anger is pulsing through me.

I’m sick of him messing my life up.

I want him gone.

He can see Gigi. But I don’t want to see him ever again.

We can set up an arrangement where he sees Gigi without me having to see his face. Maybe then, I’ll finally be able to get over him.

Yeah, good luck with that.

No, I can do this. I’m gonna go see him to tell him exactly how it’s going to be.

I pocket my cell and leave my room. I look in on Gigi.

Fast asleep.