What the actual fuck?
“Let me get this straight,” I began, trying to stop myself from exploding. “I started seeing Donovan, and it put you on the back foot?”
He had the good grace to look chastised. “Well. Yeah.”
“So the fact I got a boyfriend put you on the back foot”—my hands jerked to my hips and I leaned forward—“but it was nothing to do with the fact thatyou’ve got a fucking girlfriend?”—my voice rose to a screech—“and nothing to do with the fact you’ve had a new girlfriend every few months since we got divorced.” I held a hand up to stop him talking and hissed, “Oh, wait, I stand corrected, silly little me. You didn’t wait for the fucking divorce to finalize, did you, Evan? In fact,you didn’t even wait until after the fucking honeymoon!”
“Rosie,” he cut in. “I was young?—”
“You were a cheating asshole,” I raged. “And you still are. My boyfriend and your girlfriend are standing feet away with just a door separating us, and you’re trying to fuck them over by asking to rake over old ground and play happy familieswith me! Are youcrazy?”
“I thought you’d at least think about it for the sake of the kids,” he snapped.
My lip curled into a snarl. “And what about the sake of me?”
Evan took another step closer. “Rosie, baby. We used to be good together.”
I retreated a step away from him. “No, Evan. We were terrible together on account that you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.”
He held his hands out almost pleadingly. “Like I said. I was young.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “You were a cheat. Your son’s younger than you were when we got married, and he’d never treat a girl like that.”
“DJ’s still a kid,” he clipped.
“In numbers, yes,” I snapped. “In maturity, he’s miles ahead of you.”
Evan took another step forward, almost crowding me, and I automatically backed away again. “Step back,” I demanded.
“Rosie—”
“You’reunbelievable,” I grated out. “Step back!”
He leaned forward.
“Step back!” I yelled in his face.
A pounding sounded from the door, and Evan leaped a foot in the air before lurching away from me.
Donovan’s voice called, “Ro. You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I yelled, glaring at Evan, and suddenly wishing I had laser beam vision that could incinerate his cheating, lying ass. “I’ll be out soon.”
“I’ll wait here for you,” Donovan called back, then tagged on, “Where I can heareverything.”
I cocked my head and quirked an eyebrow in challenge. “Well. Is there anything else you’d like to discuss? I mean, while we’re here, we could talk about our issues like adults, maybe discuss not putting our kids through a fucking court case because your ego’s dented. You know... just for shits and giggles.”
He looked me up and down like I’d left a bad taste in his mouth. “Why do you have to be such a bitch?”
My eyes turned to slits. “Maybe because you got me in this room under false pretenses and then went and lost your goddamned mind.”
“Aren’t our kids worth a conversation at least?” he muttered.
I looked at the ceiling and sighed out my frustration. “You ask me that when you’re putting them through a custody case? You’re such a hypocrite. Do you think for one minute I could ever be happy with you after the way our marriage ended? You’d be back out within a week, hooking up with random women again, and we both know it.”
Evan’s face hardened. “You’ve got a low opinion of me.”
“Yeah, I have,” I concurred. “Because you earned it.”
