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“You’re right. I’m sure you weren’t an angel in college.” Mom wiggles her finger at me. “And you have fun explaining that to your father. Maliki’s family doesn’t have the best reputation in town.”
“Right now, neither does our family. Maliki is a loyal man, and I trust him more than I did my own husband.”
* * *
Kyle scrubshis hands together and surveys the living room of my condo—well,oldcondo. “Is that it?” He peeks over at me. “We’re leaving everything else, right?”
“Yes. All I want is my personal stuff,” I answer.
Rex groans and thrusts his arms out toward the living room. “Come on, sis. Take the TV. The couch.Something.That cheating bastard didn’t pay for all this shit himself.”
He’s right. I paid for half of everything—the down payment, the furniture, the bills. When the divorce papers are drawn up, I’ll insist we sell the condo and split the profit.
Easy-peasy.
Ending this divorce shouldn’t be a challenge.
“I don’t have anywhere to put it,” I answer. Nor do I want the memories of shit I shared with Devin. I’d rather buy new furniture.
“You know,” Rex sings, “I wouldn’t mind storing that sixty-inch flat screen in my living room.” He shrugs. “I’m that nice of a brother.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine,you can have thebedroomTV.”
“Hell yeah,” Rex says. His gaze darts around the room again. “What about the fine china? I could use something classier than paper plates.”
“Oh my God,you can have the dishes.”
“And the fridge?”
“Jesus, you’re not taking the fridge.” I push his shoulder. “Come on. I’ll treat you to pizza for being the muscles.”
“Pizza sounds awesome,” Rex says, snapping his fingers. “And speaking of pizza, you have to let your baby brother have that kick-ass pizza oven.”
“What the hell?” Kyle says. “That was my wedding gift.”
Rex slaps Kyle’s stomach. “If I recall, you told her you had the same one and fucking loved it. Your ass doesn’t need another.”
“Fine,you can have the pizza oven too,” I tell him.
* * *
“How’dyou find out Devin cheated?” Rex asks, taking a bite of his pizza.
Fred’s Pizzeria is the only pizza joint in town, but even if it wasn’t, it’s still where I’d always come. They have the best pizza, subs, and garlic bread. If you’re looking to stuff yourself with carbs—which, apparently, is my new hobby—Fred’s is the place to go.
I saw the eyes on us when we walked in. That, or I’m so paranoid that I’m convinced anyone who looks in my direction knows what happened with Devin, as if a neon sign were shining above my head.
I take a drink before answering, “He was at a bachelor party and wasn’t smart enough to know that people talk. He had a restroom break with another woman, and when they came out, it was obvious what had happened.”
Rex smooths a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide a smirk. “He could’ve been drunk and needed help finding his small dick.”
I tear off a piece of crust and toss it at him, giving him the dirtiest look I can muster. “I hate you.”
He holds up his hand. “Jesus, no more bread-throwing, crazy woman. You know I’m kidding.” He leans back and relaxes in his booth. “I was never a Devin fan, so no love lost there. He was lame, and hopefully, your next boyfriend”—he stops to dramatically cough and covers his mouth—“Maliki”—another cough—“has somewhat of a sense of humor.”
I chew on my bottom lip. “Hey, he wasn’t that lame.” I ignore the Maliki comment. Everyone is calling Devin lame, so what does that make me for marrying him? Lame, too?
Rex snags his drink and takes a sip. “You were complacent with him. He did what you wanted … had no balls.”
