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Hope you have a nice life.
Lies.
I didn’t want to see him around.
And the petty part of me did not want him to have a nice life.
It wasn’t that I wished death or pain on him, but it would make me feel better if he was constantly inconvenienced.
Things like…
Every time he came to a traffic light, it turned red.
Whenever he bought a chocolate chip cookie, they gave him oatmeal raisin by mistake.
Then, for some reason, I had the urge to go back to the bathroom and put all his toilet paper into the shower and turn it on before I left—an uncomfortable surprise for the next time he went to do his business.
But in all honesty, I had no plans to waste any more time onthis man.
This boy.
This scum.
So I hefted my bag from the bed and turned on my heel, marching out the bedroom door.
“Valen,” he called, the heavy thump of footsteps following behind me. “Valen, stop!”
Suddenly, there was a hard yank on my bag, ripping it from my grasp and tossing it to the side. I spun around, frozen in shock.
Who the hell was this?
Where had this aggression come from?
“The hell is wrong with you?” I demanded.
“I asked you to stop,” Chad exclaimed as if it was my fault. “Stop being such a bitc—” He reached for me, and I pulled my fist back, swinging it hard into the side of his face.
He stumbled to the side, cradling his cheek. “The fuck!” he roared, catching me off guard. “You whore!”
I took a step back, slowly forcing some distance from his erratic behavior as I shook out my hand. “I’m leaving. You and Jade are going to be very happy together, I’m sure, but I don’t want to be anywhere near either of you.”
He stood slightly taller, squaring his shoulders and clenching his fists at his sides.
We didn’t argue often, but I’d never seen him act this way before.
All the signs point to him being ready for a fight.
And I was starting to wonder when he had decided it was okay for him to make it more than just a battle of words.
“You know, at least Jade and I love each other,” he spat, the words fired at me with an intention to cause pain. What a joke. He should be begging, pleading, desperate for forgiveness. “You humiliated me in front of my family, then continued to rub salt into the wounds by running off and marrying a man you hadn’t even met.”
Hold on.
Is he speaking English?
Because my brain was struggling to decipher the words he’d just said. “Have you completely lost it? What the hell are you talking about?”
He let out a hard laugh, shaking his head. “I’ve seen the pictures, Val. I’ve read the articles.”
