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"I'm not just angry about the divorce but also the way you did it. You fucking broke my mother she’s my mother. I had to grow up knowing that you would rather raise another man’s daughter than your own; you rejected me when you rejected her, don’t you get it? You tore our family, the very fabric of my young life, apart for some Helen pussy, and knowing that bitch it couldn’t have been that good.”
His mouth was all the way down to his damn chest bone. Like bitch, what did you think? “So you hate me.”
“No, not anymore. I used to until I came to realize that I don’t have to feel anything for you. You didn’t feel anything for me when you destroyed my childhood. Why should I care about you?”
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh? It’s been years.”
“Bruh, every second you spend being married to Helen is a second more that you’ve chosen them, don’t you get it? Every day, you are with her; you are choosing her. I know; Mom told me that Helen threatened your job, but that means shit to me.”
“All it means is that you chose your job over us as well, so no, I don’t hate you. You just simply don’t exist beyond the fact that some fluids from your balls helped to form me. Tell me more about your love now.”
I got up and walked away because I wasn’t about to let him spoil my mood. I know most people think I should be over it by now, but if I had cancer at eight and that shit wasn’t treated, I would still have cancer.
He broke my heart and did fuck all to fix it, so how the hell am I supposed to just move on from that shit? I’m not into rug sweeping and being the bigger person. This motherfucker is bigger and taller than me; let him do that shit.
“What did you do to him?” Garrett approached me at the rail with a glass of champagne.
“Who?”
“Your Dad, he looks crestfallen.”
“Oh him, nothing; I just told him some hard truths that he seemed unaware of.”
“Are you okay?”
“Aren’t you one of those types who think I should get over it by now?”
“No, I’m one of those types who will always be on your side; even when you screw up, I’ll be on your side. I’ll tell you when you’re wrong, of course, but yours will always be the side I choose.”
“I’m a little bit confused. You’re going to tell me when I’m wrong but still choose my side?”
“Well, yes, I can still love you when you’re wrong. We’re not perfect, but I don’t think one thing should eliminate the other. Say you rob a bank. I’ll tell you it was a fuck stupid thing to do, but I’ll pay any amount to keep you out of jail.”
“What’s your boundary? Your line in the sand?”
“Any egregious act against a child.” I looked at him in shock.
“That’s it? What about murder?”
“Who do you want dead, and what did they do to you?” Lord, I done agreed to marry Dexter.
ALYSSA
He kept us out on the water until dark. The others had a blast, but I was well aware that he did that shit, so I couldn’t run away. He plied me with enough champagne that I couldn’t even remember my name, and when I woke up in the morning, my room was already filled with his people that he’d sent to harass me.
He'd hired stylists and makeup artists not only for me but the other women as well. The rest of my family that had been invited arrived late last night and early this morning, and none of them knew about the change in groom because it was none of their business.
By the time I put on the wedding dress that he’d had delivered at the last minute, I was asking myself why the hell I had to be crazy even in this instance. I was nervous, but not for the reasons you would think. I was terrified that he might change his mind. That should’ve been my first clue that I was getting in over my head.
I had none of these feelings leading up to the wedding I was planning with Denny. If he showed fine, if he didn’t, there was a party already paid for. That has been my thinking all along. So why did I have butterflies in my stomach and weak knees?
I wanted to remain carefree and unbothered, and I did a good job pretending, but I don’t think anyone believed me. My brothers asked me one last time if I was sure and took my nod of ascent as my final answer.
The dress fit like it had been made for me, and the seamstress he sent didn’t need to make any alterations. I must’ve stared at my image for a good ten minutes, almost in a trance. I looked exactly the way I always dreamt of on my wedding day.
The only problem was I could never find this exact dress. I’m still not sure how he knew, but it was too late to worry about that now. The pearl and diamond necklace and earring set he sent was worth more than I will ever make in a lifetime I’m sure. And the matching tiara was just the added dazzle my southern belle heart desired. I looked and felt like the princess I am.
It was then I realized I didn’t have a ring for him. I’d returned the one I was going to use for Denny and had left the engagement ring Denny gave me at home in a drawer. I was about to panic before I remembered where we were. What self-respecting wedding resort wouldn’t have something I could use in a clutch?
