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Okay, so my vanity might not be that important to me, but there is a line that gets crossed when my children are brought into a conversation. I spin around. “My kids are fucking awesome. Will loves my kids, and they love him back.”
In the blink of an eye, her momentary mean demeanor is back to the distraught and troubled one of a woman deserted.
Tears stream down her face as she clenches her chest and coils in.
“He was supposed to lovemychildren.”
This …
This is the moment my entire existence is shrunk into a mere pebble below her patent leather heels. She was supposed to be the mother of Will’s child. Her future with the man of her dreams wasn’t the only thing ripped from her. Her plans of being a mother, having a family of her own, were torn from beneath her fingertips’ grasp.
I feel that pain from deep in my core.
My heart drops. Nausea bubbles from within me.
Allison is steadfast on her feet and growing more upset with the passing seconds.
“I can’t believe someone whose husband left her for another woman would steal someone else’s man. I know your story,” she spits. “You planned my cousin’s wedding, so I asked around. Your husband left you for your hairdresser. You were kicked out of your own home and had to go live with your widowed father in Newbury. Your kids left their school, and you lost your life. Everyone in Greenwood Village knows it. I felt sorry for you, but now … I despise you. You’re no better than the woman who betrayed you. You took a love that belonged to me.It wasn’t yours to take, and for that, I hope you rot in hell!”
I grip my stomach and feel the wound of her words. I’ve been sliced by the knife of truth, and it stings.
“Allison, please. Let me explain.”
“Just wait until I blast on every wedding blog there is that Lavish Events is a man-stealing whore industry. They’ll plan your wedding and steal your groom.”
My bravado sinks with her comment. Jillian’s nightmare of our business being tarnished came to life in that one sentence.
“Let’s talk about this. I’m a cretin. A horrible, villainous woman. What Will and I did or didn’t do has nothing to do with my business. It’s not solely mine. Jillian Hathaway is a gem of a woman. A single mother of a beautiful little girl. Don’t destroy her business.”
Her steps get closer to me as her finger is out in a vicious point. “Why would I worry about your business when my life is ruined? You stole my husband!”
“He wasn’t your husband.”
“He was my everything! If he didn’t meet you, none of this would’ve happened!” she yelps. In one swift motion, she lifts the lid off her cup, and her iced coffee is thrown at me.
Like an avalanche of overpriced coffee, I am drenched from head to navel. Face, sweater, coat, … all soaked in dark brown liquid.
I gasp as the ice drips down my neck and into my cleavage. My phone that was in my hands a moment ago is now on the ground, the glass shattered, making the picture on the screen unrecognizable.
Kneeling down, I grab my phone and try to swipe the screen with no luck. I’m now cold, wet, and phoneless … oh, and I’ve been publicly decried a home-wrecker too.
Allison looks stunned by her actions. She backs up onto the curb and then takes off down the street. A woman standing nearby offers me a tissue. I refuse it because what I really need is a hose and a lobotomy.
“Melissa.” My name is called from across the street by a woman’s voice I know well. “Are you okay? That girl just attacked you with the largest coffee I’ve ever seen!”
As if my morning couldn’t get more dizzying, Maisie Mirlicourtois is walking toward me with her hands full of shopping bags and wearing head to toe vegan leather. Oh, and her hair looks freaking awesome.
“Come in the salon. We could stop in there and blow-dry you off. We’ll even wash your hair.”
She’s staring at me like I’m a wounded puppy who just got hit by a car. I feel like one actually. I’d rather hobble my way home than go back with her to her salon of adultery.
“I need to get out of here.”
I start to move, nearly tripping over the plastic cup and straw stranded by its owner. Its pastel wearing, coffee throwing owner. My hands are outstretched because I’m cold and stunned. Stunned because of what Allison did and stunned by the fact that the words she said were true.
I am a home-wrecker.
I’m staring at the woman who wrecked my home.
