Iwantedthose tongues wagging. I wanted them to ask questions my soon-to-be ex-husband didn’t know how to answer, or couldn’t answer because he didn’t want to look bad in front of other people. He wasalwaysconcerned about what others thought, but couldn’t seem to get the concerns of his wife at all. The padding of bare feet coming closer pulled me back into reality, the moment where it was snowing and I wanted to burn Caleb’s world down. Warm, rough hands touched my shoulders, and I sank back into a small bit of normalcy, knowing it was Eddie.
Chapter Seventeen:
Devin’s POV
“How are you doing, babe?” Eddie kissed me on my head, before moving to the kitchen, pouring himself some of the cinnamon coffee I’d made earlier, at some point before the sun made its accent over the horizon. I was feeling poetic this morning, and I was blaming the extra shot of espresso I gave myself.
It seemed logical.
Eddie smiled down at my make-shift coffee station, knowing the one at my flat was always so well stocked so we could treat ourselves to a little something special on our days off. This was the best I could do in a hotel room. I couldn’t wait to get back home to get back to my own coffee station. That way I could make whatever yummy concoction I’d found online and either cuddle with it or take it into work with me, instead of having the supposedly edible (or was it drinkable?), burnt black bean water they served at the hospital.
There was no way I could go back to that swill.I gave him a shrug. My head resting in my hand.
“Gotthisfirst thing this morning. Things are getting interesting,” I laughed humorlessly as I handed him my phone, letting him see the newest offending IG message. He took my phone from me as he finished pouring his coffee. He went to take a sip, as he brought the phone up to eye level and began reading. It took all of ten seconds of reading before spitting his coffee out all over the kitchen.
“I swear I'll clean that up,” Eddie said, looking around for a place to set the coffee cup down and for paper towels, “Are you fucking kidding me?! Not only is she claiming she’s pregnant and it’s his?! But she actually thinks you might still want him?” He was still in that first awake, not fully functioning state when you wake from an overnight sleep-coma. I was about ninety percent sure he didn’t even know what day it was when he got up or if he was late for class. There was alarm and curiosity in his voice, but the anger hadn’t come yet, as he quickly grabbed paper towels trying to wipe up the coffee he spewed.
“You can’t be her OB. You can’t deliver her baby before you deliver mine,” I said, all accusatory and a little angry, trying to tease him and failing. I was not okay with the idea of my brother helping that crazy-twat-waffle-of-a-bitch give birth before me.
“Devin. You’re my sister. I’d never do that to you,” he said, coming and taking a seat at the square high table I was sitting at. I turned my gaze out the window again, trying to let the peace pull me back before today got started. I heard muttering and looked over at Eddie who was now looking through his phone, muttering to himself.
“I need to make some calls. Fuck! I have to get one of the other OBs to take her. One of my residents picked her up as a patient in the clinic.” He groaned as he started scrolling again.
He stood to make the calls, stalking out of the room as Em came around the corner. She saw my phone still open to the IG message, read it, and gasped. Then she wentfully nuclear.At eight in the morning on a random Tuesday.
This girl didn’t need coffee to function. She was one of those weird morning people. By nine am most days, she’d had all the paperwork done for the day, double-checked her schedule,had one meeting, and was getting ready to go into her second, if not her third meeting, all onno coffee.
What kind of psycho was I friends with?
I just watched my bestie in amazement as I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my face. Fucking. Becky. I shook my head because, of course, she would keep building my divorce case. Of course, she would make this shit too easy. Emilia hated when it was too easy. She wanted to destroy this girl, but she was almost too stupid to live on her own.
“Got it all handled,” Eddie said with a smile, coming back to the kitchen. Emilia was still frozen, eyes locked on my phone. She hadn’t made a peep yet. Eddie and I stared at her, waiting for it to sink in and process. Her face had the full range of emotions. Calculating, furious, murderous, back to calculating, then, disturbingly excited while outraged.
“What the fuck isthat?!” she whisper-hissed, pointing at my phone.
“That,” I said, nodding to my phone, “is proof that she hates me and did this on purpose. She’s building my divorce and lawsuit, all by herself.” I laughed, harder than I had in days! I wiped a tear from my eye, laughing at myself.
“I don’t know if I should send her a thank you gift or not. But this? This is it for me. This is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.”
“That slimy, disgusting, horrible,” she was pacing back and forth, face red in anger, arms being thrown around as she spewed insults about my soon-to-be ex-husband and his little tart, with steam coming from her ears. She looked like one of those cartoon characters in the middle of a meltdown.
“I swear when I see that piece of shit, andbelieve me. That’s aninsulttoshit.That manwill rue the day he started all of this with my sister!No! Before that!The day he eventhoughtabout talking to that disgusting, disease ridden wench or liked talking to her!” She was on a roll and I was ready to let her go. She stormed away, still angry as hell and screaming.
“No! The day he was born! He will absolutelyruethe day he was born!” She was angrily, very loudly, projecting her voice. She was trying to keep it cool, but she was so pissed, and rightfully so. Her chest heaving up and down from the anger seeping out of her.
“Well, he got canned yesterday, and immediately after, he got the divorce papers.” I suggested to her as she smiled. Clearly, my little bit of evil payback had been pleasing to her. If only I could have been a fly on the wall when it happened. I was thankful there was video footage and that it was being sent to me! Tapping my chin, I decided to text Clint. Maybe we could premiere it tonight after getting dinner.
Tuesday, 6:46am
Devin Fia:Hey Clint, it’s Devin. I was wondering if we should do a viewing tonight? After work of the video footage of him getting the paperwork? I’d love a copy of it if there is.
Tuesday, 6:49am
Clint:Devin. Good morning. I’ll have it sent over via email. We could all get a good laugh watching it. Dinner out? Or we could order in? How many people?
Tuesday, 6:52am
Devin Fia:Haha! Sounds wonderful. Let’s do dinner in. We can all be comfortable and have wine or cocktails. Or watersince it’s Tuesday. I think it’ll be the three of us, plus you and whoever else.
