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“Oh?” I went back to my packing, more pissed off than before I asked, and he explained.
“Alyssa, calm down, look at me.” As if!
“Sweetheart, Natalie was a friend for a very long time…okay, wrong approach. Tell me what you would have me do.” I held out my hand for his phone, which he gave up without question.
I read the message thread between them, “According to this, you spoke to her on the phone earlier.”
“Yes!”
“Do you have a death wish?”
“No, I didn’t think things were going to go like this. I sincerely thought she was calling to congratulate me the way everyone else has been since the news of our wedding broke.”
I just glared at him because, seriously, how dense can men be? “You told me you wouldn’t talk to her again if I didn’t want you to.”
“In all fairness, you didn’t….”
“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens….” Oh, I see he already knows what that means.
“Okay, may I be allowed to end it peacefully?”
“No, you don’t have to. What’s her husband’s name again?”
“Why do you need to know that?”
“You can tell me, or I can find out on my own.”
“Kevin Delaney.”
“Sounds familiar, I should have no problem finding his contact info.”
“Alyssa, please calm down. Nothing happened, and as you can see, I did not cross any boundaries.”
“But she did. I wonder how her husband would feel to know that she’s contacting the man she had an eight-year relationship with on his honeymoon to besmirch his wife’s character. Just so you know, no matter what you say, I will be contacting him. She intruded on my life; now I’m going to fuck with hers.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“I have way too many people on my hitlist to take time out for her. I figure if I let her husband deal with her shit, then she won’t have time to meddle in my life.”
“You can always divorce me. I can spend your five million in about a week since your bitch seems to think I’m in it for the money.” The more I talked about this shit, the more pissed off I got. Sure, his end of things was innocent enough, but she’d spent the whole conversation trying to convince him that I was a gold-digging skank.
“Divorce is not an option.” He sounded pissed.
“Death is!” He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face like he was the one with the issue. I went back to packing because it was either that or smack him one.
He took his phone and wrote something before passing it back to me. “My wife is not happy with this conversation, so this is goodbye.”
“That’s it?”
“If I tell her anything else, she’d have everyone thinking that you’re an insecure little girl.”
“Yeah, she seems like the type, but do I seem like the type to care?”
“Please be understanding; try putting yourself in her shoes. All of our friends knew she wanted to get married, some people even accused me back then of stringing her along. Now I met you and married you in a matter of weeks, did an interview admitting that it was love at first sight. How do you think that makes her feel?”
Why is this my life? “Listen, let me make this easy for you since you seem to care more about her feelings than mine. Fuck off!” I walked around him and went to find my purse with my wallet and ID. Even if I have to hitchhike back to the States, I’m out of here.
“Completely irrational!” He said those words two seconds before I felt myself being lifted off my feet. “Okay, I won’t speak to her again, look.” He held his phone with one hand and me in the other. He blocked her number, and then, as we stood there with him holding me like a bag of potatoes, proceeded to block her on everything.
