As if the heavens are the biggest instigators in the entirety of existence, a red car pulls up. A woman gets out and walks straight toward me, slowing down when she recognizes me.
You got to be kidding me.
You havegotto be kidding me.
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Chapter 34
Of course it’s her.
Sarah. Walking straight toward me like the devil sent her personally.
And she’s wearing something tight and provocative, the kind of outfit that screams look at me, look at how important I think I am. Her hair is perfect, her makeup flawless, her walk an angry gait like she’s gliding on pure hatred.
Hatred for me.
She’s staring at me with all the hosts of hell burning in her eyes, like I’m the one who ruinedherlife.
It’s been a couple of months since the incident… the fight… and she’s all healed up now.
Such a shame.
Really. I wish her face would’ve stayed lumpy after all the punches I gave her, but no, here she stands, every bruise long gone.
And she’s walking right at me with that indignation like she’s the wronged party, like she didn’t steal a husband.
At first, I expect Sarah to say something to me, but the other woman just grills me up and down and passes me to go into the house.
You know what… maybe I’ll stay. If anything, to make Sarah uncomfortable. Yes, it’s toxic, but who cares. This woman injected herself into my life, tempted my husband, and slept with a married man. It is 100% Lincoln’s fault… but let’s not pretend Sarah is not an element to this party. A catalyst to why this also happened.
Spinning, I head back inside Lincoln’s house.
Sarah is hugging him, giving him a greeting kiss, one with tongue.
I clear my voice. “I’ll take the job.”
Sarah looks back at me, her eyes simmering after rolling them, then she refocuses on Lincoln. Lincoln gives me a smile, still holding on to Sarah, whose arms are wrapped around his waist, her belly pressed to his.
“What job?” Sarah asks.
“I’m going to have Gabrielle house sitting for me and watching Morris.”
Sarah looks at the ceiling as if counting in her head. “Why would you need someone to watch Morris or the house?”
“You didn’t want to watch him.”
“I… so you’re going to get your ex-wife to do it. The same woman who beat me up.”
“And I would do it again. Gladly,” I cut in.
“I have a restraining order against you. So you can’t come anywhere near me.”
“I didn’t come anywhere near you.Youcamehere.”
“Well now I’m here, bitch, so leave,” Sarah says with venom.
Good Lord, the self-control I require is too much to handle, but maybe I should take a page out of Sarah’s book. Allow her to look like the more unhinged person.
