“Did you sign a prenup?” Kate asks.
The woman's brow furrows and she shakes her head. “I’ll agree to not file a civil suit on the conditions that you do move out of the state and that you save my divorce lawyer’s phone number in your phone if you ever find yourself in need of such a contact. How much did you buy Dennis Commercial for?” She tilts her head over to Lincoln.
“Enough for a hefty divorce settlement,” Lincoln says with a shrug.
“Okay, I can do that,” she agrees, and Kate inputs the number on her phone. She gives us all one last glance, shifting the weight of the child on her other hip, before leaving the establishment.
“Do you think she’ll actually call the lawyer?” Penny asks.
Kate shrugs, taking a sip of her martini. “I wasn’t going to file the lawsuit anyway, but if I get them the hell away from me, and put the idea of divorcing him in her ear, I’d call that a win.”
“Diabolical,” Savannah says.
The night continues on with the celebration of the sale of the company, the cut ties with her ex, and the promise of tomorrow.
I’m behind Kate, my arm wrapped around her collarbone as Ben sits next to her, their fingers tangled with one another's.
“You were too sweet to her earlier,” I say, kissing the side of her face.
“Well, what is it they say? The sweetest revenge is living a better life? I think I’ve got that covered.”
Ben lifts her hand, pressing a soft kiss on her knuckles. “So, what do you want to do now?”
“I just want to live,” she says simply.
“Then we’ll do just that,” I agree.
It’s exactly what we do—we live.
40
EPILOGUES ARE FOR LOVERS
A YEAR LATER
I didn’t knowlife could be this easy.
I dig my feet into the white sand at the family beach house and reflect on how this past year probably wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t vulnerable and let go of all my fears.
Don’t get me wrong, there have been some hard times. Most of my colleagues have been very supportive, especially after having met Gavin and Ben. I’ve also found some really amazing women online that are also in polyamorous relationships to confide in. It’s been a part of how we’ve learned to make things work.
Truly it all boils down to communication between the three of us.
Will and his wife kept their word. He moved out of Florida and I haven’t heard from him since he tried to blackmail me. Based on his wife’s online profile, it looks like she’s no longer wearing a wedding ring. All the images she posts are either of herself or of her son. I hope she got out of the marriage, and I hope Will is suffering.
I’m still working on some of my pettiness, but certain things take time.
What I do have now is a family, one that loves me unconditionally and I love them right back.
It’s proven by the way I’m almost pinning down a nearly five year old to make sure she doesn’t get sunburn.
“Auntie Kate, that’s enough sunscreen,” Brynn says, trying to push my hand away.
“It’s never enough sunscreen. I plan on teaching you many things when you’re older, but let this be your first lesson. Sunscreen is the most critical skin care product you’ll ever use. Plus, if you don’t wear it, your skin could shrivel up and you’ll look like a dehydrated sponge.”
“Like SpongeBob?”
“Exactly.”
