Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“How is Reon? That’s his name, right?” Linda asks.
I turn my head toward her and shake it. I don’t want to talk about Reon right now because even though I never said anything before I left his apartment earlier, I remember him calling me his wife. I don’t recall marrying him. But that’s not to say he didn’t drug me somewhere along the way and force me to marry him that night after our dinner. I don’t even remember getting home. I don’t have a ring, and I don’t remember signing any legal documents. But for some reason, I feel not even that would stop him. Reon is used to getting his way, and I doubt something like my consent would even make him pause for more than half a second.
“I’m going to drop you off, then I’m going to do my grocery shopping. While I’m there, I will grab you some of your favorites. Is that fine?”
“I plan to sleep.”
“I can always break back in.” She grins mischievously.
“I’d like some cherry cola, please.”
We pull up to my building and get out of the car. She walks with me, and when we get to my door, she slides a credit card between the door and the jamb then jiggles it a few times before pulling out a small kit. I lean against the wall while she plays with the lock, and when she finally opens it, she whoops loudly.
“Okay, you go in and relax. I’ll be back later. It’s getting late. Are you sure you don’t want me to get you dinner?”
“No, I just want to shower, put clean underwear on, curl up into a ball, and sleep.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Linda softly touches my face before she walks out the door and shuts it carefully behind her.
“So, you do have other family.” I jump at the sound of a voice in what should be an empty apartment. Soren walks out of my bedroom with something in his hand. My heart starts beating frantically at the sight of him. I sidestep until I enter the kitchen and lunge toward the knife drawer.
He watches me and shakes his head. “I’d suggest not doing that,” he says.
“Do you think I’m afraid of hurting you?” I ask as I grab the sharpest knife I can see and point it at him. “I would gladly slice you open and sit down and have a cup of coffee while you bleed out. You fucking… sick… pig.”
“Is that any way to speak to your husband’s friend?” I then notice that he’s holding the invitation he gave me.
“Just cleaning up evidence since, you know, you didn’t die.” He shrugs. “A shame. The forest would have loved your blood spilled over its floor.”
“Hmm… since I know where it is, I wonder how hard it would be to get your sister out there. Maybe I could play a game with her?” I taunt, stepping closer to him. He doesn’t move away from me—he isn’t scared of me—and I wonder if Soren is scared of anything.
“If you do, I’ll be forced to play with Reon,” he counters.
“You could try. I mean… I think you already did, if I recall correctly.” I shrug. I thrust the knife in his direction, and he jumps back just in time so it doesn’t cut him.
“I can see the appeal for him. You are both the same kind of crazy.”
“You’ll be seeing the appeal soon with this knife in your fucking ass if you don’t leave soon.”
A knock sounds on the door, and we both turn our heads in that direction.
“Leave,” I hiss.
The knock comes again.
Soren walks to the door and pulls it open. When he does, I see Deven standing there.
“Fucking hell, Deven, how did you find out where I live?”
“And who are you?” Soren drawls.
“The husband,” Deven says with clenched teeth.
Soren looks back at me and raises a brow. “Guess I’ll have to do some digging of my own now, won’t I? Two husbands. That’s interesting.”
“Ex. He is my ex-husband,” I say, glaring at Deven.
He notices the knife in my hand and shakes his head. “Do you want to stab every man you come into contact with, Lil?”
“No, just the two in my vicinity right now,” I growl. “Both of you, leave.”
“Lil, we can sort this out,” Deven whines.
“No, we cannot. Stop stalking me, and go find your baby momma.” I turn to Soren and warn, “If I see you again, I will keep my promise and play with your sister.”
“Play with his sister? Lil, you can’t babysit. You hate kids.”
“Fuck off, Deven!” I scream.
Soren steps past Deven and nods to me with a deadly smirk. I walk over to the door, not letting go of the knife, and go to slam it shut, but Deven blocks it with his foot.
“You look bad, Lil. This divorce has done me bad, too. Come on, let’s get back together. We can work it out.”