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I was cold and reserved with him, something I knew burned his ass, but friendly and pleasant to others. I didn’t do anything that would get my ass locked up when he started bringing the hag with him for pickup. I guess that was his response to me rejecting him when he lost his mind and hit on me one day.
I gave him such a look that day that no words were needed. He saw revulsion and disgust instead of love and devotion. I know he saw it from the way he stepped back from me, as if I’d stabbed him in his core.
I guess he started to change with her the way he had with me, and she was getting frustrated and that’s why she popped off at my kids in front of me. When she called Jason to her that day, it hurt me to the core, but when my boy ignored her and came to his mama for a goodbye kiss, it was all better.
I guess that was too much for her, and she found herself trying to discipline my child. “You don’t talk to my children like that. He doesn’t have to greet you if he doesn’t want to.”
“Is that how you’re raising your kids? Not to have respect for their elders?”
I got close to her so my kids wouldn’t hear what I had to say. “No, but they don’t have to respect the mangy dog who destroyed their home.” I knew that would provoke her to violence, especially since Justin wasn’t doing anything to stop me.
So, when she reached out to slap me, I was ready for it and ended up tripping her with my foot, so she ended up on her ass. Her embarrassment didn’t end there, though, because I called the cops right away even though her asshole boyfriend was in my ear, begging me not to. He didn’t realize that if he gave me a reason, I would’ve called them on his ass too.
That’s how I got her trespassed from my place, and it was the first step in my game plan. After that, each time Justin came to pick up the kids I was sure to be looking my best. This jackass didn’t realize that it was thanks to the babysitter he'd refused to hire that I was able to have a moment to myself to put on some makeup and get myself together.
I no longer gave him the cold shoulder, but I didn’t just lay down and spread my legs for him either; I made him work for that shit before putting it on him, then sent him home to her with my scent on his dick. He knew very well how to get rid of hers when he came home to me, so I’m sure he figured it out.
But his pickup times kept getting longer and longer, and I knew she was getting in his ass for that just as I wanted to when he crawled into my house later and later after the workday that had ended hours earlier with his sob stories.
At night, after he left, I’d reread my game plan just to remind myself why orgasms were no reason to take him back. Did I mention that Justin can fuck? He’s hung like a mastodon and can use his tongue like no one else. Shit, I can get guilt-free orgasms without the headache of a husband; why not?
CHAPTER 9
Justin had no idea that I was following the game plan in my playbook. Each time I looked in his face and lied was balm to my soul. Each time I kicked him out of my bed and sent him back to his lonely apartment was revenge for the many nights I spent alone. At least he didn’t have young kids who needed his attention every waking moment.
His girlfriend had gone into hiding before the case went to court because I guess her lawyer had enough sense to tell her to sit her ass down and stop being a pest, at least until the dust settled.
That didn’t stop her from constantly contacting him from strange numbers since he had her number blocked. I enjoyed answering her before erasing my texts so he never knew that I was tormenting her. That was something she’d done to me, after all.
I loved telling her he was in the shower and couldn’t come to the phone, or he was with his kids and was too busy at the moment, but my personal favorite was he was in a sex coma; check back later. She’d done the same to me after the divorce on more than one occasion, and that’s where the custody app came into play. I was only ever calling him about our kids any damn way, but she seemed to think differently.
If she was using a friend’s phone, that friend sure would have a lot to laugh about, just like I worried about being laughed at behind my back because my husband cheated on me with something like her.
Like I said, I erased those texts and blocked the numbers she used, so I doubt he ever realized what was going on. If she ever did get through to him, I wouldn’t know because he knew better than to mention her name in my presence.
Our families had already torn him a new one for bringing that into our lives, so he was trying to toe the line. They were all on pins and needles, waiting to see if we were going to get back together and make things work this time, but they had no idea the hell I had in store for this man.
Look, I was a whole person before I ever met this jackass, and one of the things about that person is she never let anyone get away with shit. He lied to me for two years, so now I’m lying to him with a straight face as well. I had every aspect of this little farce worked out, and I was going off of the things he had done while he was having the affair.
The hotel rooms he booked during our afternoon trysts were to make up for all the times he spent money on her to get one. He bought more flowers now that I was his ex-wife than he did when we were married. Not to mention jewelry luxury bags, the same luxury bags I have a closetful of and never knew he knew existed.
I knew everything he bought her to get into her nasty snatch because I have the receipts, so you best believe I got mine now, too. He didn’t have a clue what I was up to, but I needed that shit to heal.
As a woman, it was very important to me for some reason, especially the fact that he did it all without having to be told, which was a stark contrast to the last two years of our marriage when I had to beg for scraps.
He was more attentive now than when we dated back in college, and that’s saying a lot. I didn’t have to say anything twice to get it done, and he was always fixing some shit in my house that didn’t need fixing. Where the fuck was this guy when I was married?
I did notice, though, that the kids seemed happier when he was around and were always asking for him on those days when I made him stay his ass away from my house. I guess I hadn’t factored that part in. I’d done my best to keep his presence from them but he was being difficult ever since that nut found herself peeping over my fence.
As expected, she got off with a fine and community service, but I knew that chapter of my life wasn’t over because I wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot. She’d lost her job, had a record, and was back home living with her parents because this market is hell on the pocket, even for people with employment.
Her broke ass didn’t plan ahead since she was relying on my ex’s millions, which wasn’t about to happen. That money belonged to my kids, every last dime. I’d already skinned him in the divorce. I’m not greedy.
The first thing I told Justin after she was sentenced was that she wasn’t allowed around my kids, and if he planned on getting back with her or even marrying her someday, I’d get my shark of a lawyer to go for full custody, and he’d never see my kids again. She’s a damn menace, after all, and a bit of a lunatic to boot; how can I allow her around my babies?
I still hadn’t told him about the pregnancy as yet, everything in its time. I waited for the sentencing mess to be behind us, which didn’t take long, and was about three months along by this point so the baby was rather stable in my estimation.
I waited until one day when the kids were with our parents to tell him the news. He had the nerve to be excited, started patting my stomach and asking to see my tummy like he didn’t just have me naked riding his dick. What an ass!
