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“Go on and make your call, and I’ll think about forgiving you.” I snickered and fed her a piece of fruit. She was so busy causing mayhem that she’d barely touched her breakfast in the last few minutes. Her family was going to be here any minute for our last day together before we headed off to our honeymoon.
I’d had to turn my phone off because of all the calls about my marriage once the interview dropped. I had no doubt that people were even now digging into her life, but I had my people handling it, and since I already knew everything there was to know about her, I didn’t foresee any surprises.
Some people were annoyed that they hadn’t been invited, which I will handle once we get back from New Zealand, but I wasn’t too worried since most people who know me know that I answer to no one. But I don’t want anyone looking at her with disfavor because of something I did, so I’ll have my people smooth the ruffled feathers.
The truth is, I didn’t really think of anyone else when I put my plans in motion. It’s not like I had a lot of time anyway, which the interview was supposed to take care of since I spelled it all out then. But there are some associates and acquaintances who seem to think that I should have valued them enough to invite them.
I guess no one would believe that I would ever be the type for such rash behavior, and those people are going to be in for even more surprises. I find that I don’t want to be my usual take charge steam rolling self with Alyssa. Not that she’d let me any damn way.
But surprisingly, with her, I don’t have that pressing need to be in control of everything. Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to her safety and happiness, I’ll take point there, but as for everyday life, I kind of like her hair-brained approach.
There’s no real order to the way she does things, and yet if you look closely, there’s structure, and it all stems from her thought process. She doesn’t see grey, as far as I can tell. Everything is black and white, even with herself, meaning she holds herself to the same standards, which is rare. Most people are hypocrites; they just don’t seem to notice it about themselves.
With Alyssa, she means what she says and sticks to it no matter what. I can just imagine that little eight-year-old who had her heart broken by her father. That little girl is still in there, and the hurt has never healed. That’s why I’m willing to help her instead of getting in her way.
I know for a fact that with her temperament if I tried, she’d see it as me condoning the things that had been done, which I would never do to her. It may seem odd to others, but I get it. She’s as simple and complex as that.
She’s also very cold in her actions when need be, but she is not calculating; that’s where I come in. I knew about her posting the sheet five minutes before she told me she’d done it. She’s brutal and one hundred percent uncompromising. I wonder if she realizes how much comfort I get from her moral stance.
As someone in my position, it’s never easy knowing who is real and who just wants to get close for their own personal gain. It’s not like I go around investigating everyone after all, not the way I did with her. But I only did that because I knew where my interest was going, and I needed to be sure.
Now, I have no qualms about her or our relationship and believe, with everything in me, that I would never have to worry about her stepping out on me or abusing my trust. Since that was one of my biggest detractions to the marital state, she can have no idea how much it means to me to have found her.
That’s why I’m going to help her take care of business. See, her vengeance can only go so far, but someone with my resources can take it much further. Once we’re back from our honeymoon I’ll let her in on how much power she now wields as my wife, but I want in on some of the fun, too.
I don’t like that these people had hurt her. t may seem silly, after all, I didn’t even know her when these things occurred. But she’s still carrying the pain from not only Denny’s betrayal but Helen and her Dad’s as well.
Her Dad I may take it easy on because he’s her Dad, I’ll let her take that as far as she chooses, but everyone else is fair game.
ALYSSA
My inbox was crazy when I woke up this morning. The only people I have blocked are Sherry, Lacey, and Denny. I knew they would still see everything I posted; in fact, I was betting on it because we share so many friends in common.
I made sure to preset outgoing messages on a timed release the night before so I could sleep in, and once I woke up, there were literally thousands of messages waiting for me.
Though most of them were interested in my new husband, there were more than enough who wanted to know who the hell Denny had cheated with. I wasn’t going to answer that question because I wanted them to smoke out the guilty party themselves.
Since most of them seemed to think Sherry was the culprit, and since she cares so much about her cheating bitch of a sister, I’ll let her handle that herself. I’m sure once the heat gets to be too much she’d be the first to throw her under the bus. I never claimed to be nice.
I wasn’t about to clean up anyone else’s mess but my own, and since I had no hand in any of that shit, they can leave me the hell out of it. I’m not even mad, never was really, and to some, that might seem cold, but as far as I’ve learned, you can’t take down the enemy if your feelings are involved. In short, you just can’t care.
That’s how people walk over you. They prey on your sensibilities and use them against you for their own gain. I learned that at a very young age and never forgot it. My childhood therapist, the only one I went to before they quit, claimed I had sociopathic tendencies.
That’s when I looked her dead in her face and told her I wished her life to be the same hell as mine. Never saw her again and didn’t need to. I know I’m not crazy or antisocial or any of the other bullshit they try to label kids with when they’re just plain broken from the shit the adults around them did.
I don’t blame everyone for the things that happen; I just go directly to the source. Sure, I may be a bit cut-throat in my approach, but truth can be brutal, especially to people who don’t want a spotlight on the bullshit they’d rather keep hidden.
Society has done a good job victimizing the innocent to the point that it’s become acceptable, fuck that. Like the great Al Capone once said, you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you.
Sun Tzu said, know your enemy. What works with one might not work with another, so I wouldn’t do the same things to Denny and Lacey that I do to Helen and Mitzie. Two separate enemy camps. But I can fight this war on both fronts and come out the winner.
Like right now, I’m watching Helen on the screen, but I’m systematically breaking Denny down without even interacting with him because I know what would get to him and break him until he’s a shell of himself. He hit me where it hurts, so I’m just returning the favor. He hates being ignored, the little shit. His ego can’t handle it. That’s why I have chosen to freeze him out.
Ghosting without explanation or prewarning is psychological warfare. It breaks down the recipient until they feel as if they’re going out of their mind. The blatant disrespect they feel as a human being who is being ignored, as if their very existence is null and void, will eat away at them until they break. I excel at this shit.
Denny will be little more than a festering puddle of insignificant sludge by the time I’m done, and Lacey, well, if she doesn’t move to another galaxy, she’ll never know peace. She broke the girl code. But, so far, what I’ve done to those two is just the appetizer of this four-course meal; I still have Helen and her crotch serpent to deal with.
Poor Mitzie is still in jail waiting to be bailed out, but her mother has no money because I emptied her accounts and cut off communication between her and her cash cow. She’s been losing her shit ever since I started watching her on the screen.
