We’ve already had two court cases, my lawyer steamrolled hers, and we’re supposed to have another one next week. Her defense is that I’m too girl crazy to be a competent parent to my son and that I was emotionally abusive towards her.
No receipts, no evidence, just years of her being MIA.
I’ve been on edge for months because she keeps playing this game about giving it up, but then coming back ten minutes later and saying she can’t.
I’d blocked her number in the earlier stages, and it turned into long emails instead.
“Petitioner is concerned the Respondent is prioritizing a romantic relationship with the child’s teacher over the child’s emotional needs. The child’s school environment must remain professional and free from conflicts of interest.”
This is why I stepped away from Sienna.
One word from Laura’s mouth to anyone at Magnolia Elementary, and she’d be the talk of the town, her job would be at risk, and it’d give Laura more ammo.
I unblocked Laura a few days later to keep her focus on me and me only.
Harassment isn’t the word for it.
It’s annoyance, betrayal, a time period I don’t want to keep reliving with a woman who didn’t care about my emotional well-being or our son’s, and it’s torture to have to give Sienna up and watch her stroll around town with a new man.
A man namedTad.
Light blue suit, a smile that is as fake as my being okay, while his hand is currently touching Sienna’s lower back.
Tad is such a load of bullshit.
I have no clue what Sienna sees in him, but she’s laughing, and I’m ready to break the shit up.
Especially today.
Because it’s Valentine’s Day and they’re going to the town’s Sweetheart Ball.
Yeah, cute, right?
“You look nice.” I don’t bother glancing over at the sound of the woman’s voice to my side because I’m not done watching Sienna disappear into the town’s event hall yet withTad. “You’re staring.”
I am.
At a beautiful brunette in a light yellow dress that looks country enough to be labelled as a good girl.
But, get her in the back of a pickup truck, and she’ll have you chasing her around town like she’s the last beer made.
“No shit.”
“It’s creepy.”
“No one’s paying attention.”
“I just mentioned it.”
With a glare, I glance over at Zoe, one of my really good friends whomayknow a little about Sienna.
Okay, she knows all about Sienna.
I needed a woman’s perspective, desperate times call for desperate measures, and I got everything I needed to know and so much more.
I’m a damn idiot.
Why the hell would I do something like that?
