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Since I wasn’t answering her or giving her any kind of satisfaction, she found herself driving by my house at all hours. The second time I caught her, I called Justin, who was looking for any excuse, and invited him over for dinner under the pretense that the kids missed him and were asking for him. He was only too happy to bite.
My outdoor cameras caught her going by about six times. By then, he had turned his phone off, which was a new rule in my house to set a good example for the kids: no phones at the dinner table. So, you can imagine the hell she was living since she couldn’t step foot on my property. I didn’t block her number this time because I wanted him to see all the missed calls when he did turn the phone back on.
I know him very well, and maybe this is one of the reasons I didn’t put up much of a fight when my marriage was going down the drain. Justin hates feeling hounded or restricted in any way. Now, with her acting like a desperate housewife, he was bound to see another one of the many differences between the two of us. I never once interrupted his time with her.
Not because I didn’t want to. What woman wouldn’t react that way in those circumstances? But because I knew him and knew how much he liked the chase. I swallowed tears of blood and worked on my game plan instead. Now she’s out there losing her ever-loving mind because she doesn’t know him beyond his deep pockets and thick dick.
That night, I pretended to let him talk me into letting him stay. I fucked him to thoughts of her driving by my house and seeing his car parked there with the house in darkness. Night-night bitch.
The next morning, when he woke to slashed tires, I was only too happy to show him my surveillance cameras. “How did she know that you were here? Do you see how dangerous she is? I don’t want that around our kids. You’d better do something.”
Now, I did that shit on purpose. Why? Because she was trying to convince him that I was lying about her threatening me. Which she may or may not have done. How the hell would I know? I stopped listening to her the second after she called my name that day.
Like I said, I don’t know what goes on between them, or I usually don’t, but this jackass has taken to complaining to me about the woman he cheated on me with. I keep telling him to stop that shit, but it goes in one ear and out the other, and my messy ass is here for all of it.
Of course, they had words, and he broke things off, not for my sake, I hope. But she, of course, wasn’t having any of it. The fat pigeon she’d had in her sights was slipping away, and I was to blame for all her woes.
She was now spending her free time between staking out his place and driving by mine. Now that damn Justin thinks he’s slick. He used the excuse of her slashing his tires as a reason for him spending the night because he was worried about me and the kids.
I didn’t stop him because she wasn’t quite as crazy as I needed her to be. She was still going to work and doing her job, if not as well as before, according to my spies, but she was still functioning. Some days, I could barely get out of bed to take care of my kids because of her and my husband’s affair. She ain’t seen nothing yet.
Anyhow, I still haven’t told Justin about the baby yet, and I’m busy collecting evidence against that jackass to put her away. Escaping his notice in the mornings when he sleeps over has been a trial, but I’ve been pulling it off by hopping in the shower before he wakes up and getting my nausea under control well enough to ride him awake after my shower. What man is going to question that shit?
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Two weeks later and, she’s escalating. That might be due to my social media shenanigans. You see, Justin is blocked on all of my social media, and he doesn’t use it for anything other than business, so he has no idea what I’ve been up to, and what I’ve been up to is posting cryptic messages about relighting fires and second chances along with a few shots of Justin and the kids together in the evenings when he cons a meal out of me.
Tonight was my coup de grace, though; I had it all planned out down to the minute. For the last few days, Daisy Mae had been getting bolder. It was obvious that she’d gone from losing her mind to full-on nuts because homegirl said fuck the law and the trespass and found herself looking over my back fence.
Now, she apparently isn’t aware that I have cameras all over my place, and even if she sneaks onto the property from the wooded back lot, I can still see her. I didn’t say anything to anyone about seeing her back there because she was only making things easier for me.
That night I didn’t have to do too much sweet talking to get Justin into the hot tub with me, and I’m pretty sure, even though it was dark out, that I was looking dead at her while I rode his dick. His words of love must’ve been torture to her ears, and when he started talking about how much he regretted giving up my golden pussy, I expected her to die on the other side of my fence. Did I mention that Justin is a talker?
Anyway, I figured since I spent so much time imagining the two of them together, it was only fair that she got a front-row seat. I had to make sure and get Justin off with my pussy gymnastics because I wasn’t too jazzed about her seeing my naked ass once he’d done what I expected. He’s been saying that same shit every time we fuck.
After the deed was done and we were back in our robes, I pretended to hear a noise coming from back there. Justin looked off in the dark but saw nothing, but of course I just knew what I heard and had to check the cameras to see what was what.
He damn near passed out from anger when he saw her. Now he knew she was really crazy. “I’m calling the cops; this is getting out of hand. He tried convincing me to let him handle it but I wasn’t having any of it.
“No, you might be willing to take a chance with my life, but I’m not.”
I called and made my complaint and was just frightened enough when the cops showed up at my door, or at least I gave a good impression of it, to have them springing into action. Can’t have a crazy woman on the loose now, can we?
As I half expected, in the coming weeks, she claimed to be pregnant, which had Justin shitting bricks and breaking his back to convince me that they always used protection, and besides, he hadn’t touched her since we started our little fling. I half believe him because I went out of my way to fuck him dry during that time.
I guess she didn’t realize that all new arrestees are subjected to examination, so imagine her surprise when the test came back negative. Now, I didn’t want her behind bars for too long. What would be the fun of that? How would she get to witness my spectacular life if she was locked away?
I knew she was looking at a hefty fine and maybe some community service because my local district is all about rehabilitation, especially for first offenders. But she lost her cushy job and had to move back in with her parents, cussing me with each step she took.
It was about the right time to announce my pregnancy, I think.
CHAPTER 8
Up until now, I guess I’ve been talking as if my divorce was a cakewalk. As if I went through that whole ordeal, including the leadup, like some superwoman, some cold, heartless bitch who wasn’t bothered in the least by all of it. I’m not here to mislead other women going through that, this, it was hell.
The first time I had solid proof of the affair, it felt like someone had scalded my heart with hot oil. The pain was excruciating. My first instinct was to burn everything he owned, hunt her down, and peel the flesh from her bones. I imagined doing it all.
That morning, as luck would have it, my youngest daughter, Ashley, came down with a fever. I remember watching my husband walk out the door after hearing this with nothing more than call the pediatrician.
