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My husband is still holding a grudge all these years later and has hardly even sat down to a meal with me. The only time that ever happened was when we went to his parents for the holidays with the kids, whom they loved and adored.
I would say one thing, though, as much as he hates me, he does love his kids. He never had any with the other woman, which is one of the only reasons why I think things weren’t much worse for me. He may have neglected me, but he never neglected the kids.
And I used to rub the fact that his bitch couldn’t give him kids like I could in her face every chance I got. In fact, I got most of the good things in life thanks to her. Like how I convinced my in-laws that because of how tenuous things were in our lives, it was best to put the house in my name.
I assured them that if something happened to them, the other woman would make me and their grandchildren suffer, and since they only had one son, my husband, their grandkids were the only ones they had left.
I still get a stipend each month from my in-laws to upkeep the house and I make sure that every penny he spends on that woman, I get back twice as much. No one knows, except maybe the children, how horrible life was in that house.
But things only got worse when my husband, in a drunken rage, let slip the truth behind our union. Thankfully, Dan wasn’t there, but the girls all heard and were furious.
I thought they would be mad at their dad for cheating on me, but instead, they called me toxic and manipulative and haven’t had anything to do with me since then. So I only have Dan and my beautiful grandson, who I will now have to raise because his mother was going to be in jail for a long, long time.
THUNDER
Ialmost felt like celebrating because of how well things were going. They were even better than I imagined. Who knew she’d go after him? Not only is she facing drug charges, but a murder attempt as well, and I just got Cecile to sign over her home, which will be promptly sold out from under her.
I know enough to know that the husband will be fine, but the fallout from this for her won’t be so great. For one, her in-laws are bound to cut her off when they learn that she’d sold the multi-million-dollar home that was meant to go into trust for their grandkids.
Her only family no longer speaks to her because of something in her past that I haven’t gotten a report on yet, but it’s probably the same reason her daughters hate her.
Now, her son, whom she’d put all her hopes in, was hanging onto life by a thread, and it wasn’t looking so good. Good for his dumb ass; at least he would escape spending the next thirty years in prison if he fucking croaks.
Because penitentiaries now had a rule that all inmates had to be DNA tested, it was easy to get the results from Deirdre’s ex in prison. All that was left now was getting DNA from the kid, which should be easy since Cecile had left the kid home with a teenage neighbor so she could go to the hospital, and one of my female employees was now this minute on the way there to get said DNA.
I found a sister of Deirdre’s, the only remaining relative and one who is the complete opposite of her. The local gossip was that she’d slept with the sister’s husband, and they parted ways. That was back when she was in high school.
The sister ditched the husband and moved on with her life a couple of hours away from her hometown, where she now works as a schoolteacher. The rumors say that the accident that took their family also took away her ability to have kids, so my hope is that she and her nephew were a good fit. It doesn’t matter if Dan’s the kid’s father. She’s still his aunt, and he should go to her and as far as I can tell, she’s the kid’s best bet.
Since Cecile won’t have a house and not much else in a few days, there would be no way any court would give her custody of the kid, whether she was the grandmother or not. But I want her to think she stands a chance; I want her to find out the hard way that she has nothing to fight with and, hopefully, nothing to fight for.
If Danny Boy dies, things would be a whole lot better because there would be no fight from his corner. The one thing that might stall things is the fact that his name is on the birth certificate, though that can be taken care of by having his rights removed if he’s not the father. Since they’re not married, that might be easier than if they had been.
All I had left to do for the rest of the day after masterminding the downfall of three people was twiddle my thumbs until it was time to pick Amanda up from the bakery.
She was only working half days starting today. Something she didn’t know until this morning. She’d lit into me for busting her grandmother outta elderly hell, so I guess she was back in her right spirits. She sure didn’t look sullen when she was trying to fuck my brains out this morning when she started taking advantage of my morning wood before I was even fully awake.
Her greedy ass woke up horny after an all-night fuck fest. She claims I owed her for the days I didn’t cum inside her or let her cum, and she seemed to think I have an unending supply of dick to keep her horny ass happy.
I escaped to the shower only to reap her fury when I finally made it downstairs to the kitchen. She wasn’t so much mad that I’d broken granny out as she was over the reason why I’d done it.
Since she kept stressing herself over people stealing her shit, I thought the best thing for all involved was to let her grandmother take over for a while. Her grandmother was only too happy to have someone treat her like she still had the sense she was born with, as she puts it, and not like the rest of her family, who started treating her like spun glass because she fell and hit her head when she was in her seventies. Like these young folks don’t fall and kill themselves every day, is the way she’d put it.
I never had a grandmother, not one that I liked anyway, and never had a family either, come to think of it. I'm not sure if it’s because of what she’d been through with the ex that her family has been so welcoming, but whatever the reason, I’m glad to have them in my life.
I know that if all else fails, at least Angel would tell me if I’m doing anything wrong. That’s my wingman. She reams me out each time her sister complains to her, so I know to get my shit together. All in all, I’d say I made out like a lark in the marriage stakes.
My wife was happy except for the grandma thing, my sister was finally losing that look that I sometimes see in her eyes and it’s all because of Amanda and her family. They treat Joy as well as they’ve been treating me, and for that alone, I’m their guy.
I’d almost forgotten about the debt guy who had her grabbed. I got so distracted with this latest mess that it had gone on the back burner. I had him checked out either way, and I’m glad that I did because the story isn’t as cut and dry as I thought.
Yes, my father owed him money, but he hadn’t snatched my sister off the streets because of that; in fact, it was my father’s idea to take her. He’d sold her to the guy who wanted nothing to do with it once he realized that she was a literal child, but by then, the word was out that she was missing, and he had to hide her, his brilliant idea, until things cooled down.
Since I couldn’t be there, I had Amanda’s old team pay him a visit, and that’s how we learned the truth. Now, dear old Dad is in a body cast and a coma. I hope he fucking dies. Her old team had done good. They’d gone out of their way to do an excellent job this time around but there’s no way I was putting them back on my woman.
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AMANDA
