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Right now, I’d give anything for a leaky roof over my head and a loaf of bread. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going; I had no destination in mind, so I pulled into the first parking lot I noticed because my breathing was becoming a bit choppy, and I felt like I was going to pass out behind the wheel.

Now, I was at the point where I was trying to figure out where I went wrong. How had things come to this? This couldn’t have been an overnight thing, this had to have been planned in advance.

But when? Was it before or after that little bitch attacked us in the house? Maybe I should go to the station and make a report. I bet that rich husband of hers would pay good money to keep her name out of the papers.

Yeah, that’s a route I can take. I didn’t even know she was getting married to someone else; no one had said anything to me. I thought she was marrying that wimp, Denny, who wasn’t going to be any trouble at all and wasn’t necessarily someone I would’ve wanted for my daughter.

Sure, his family had some money, but there were much better catches in the area. I always wondered what the little bitch saw in him, but it was none of my business. Had he been someone better, I would’ve pushed Mitzie to the forefront to take her shot because there is no way I would let that bitch do better than my kid.

Maybe that’s why she’d kept the whole thing a secret from everybody until after they were married because she was afraid someone better would steal him from her. Maybe I could sell their story to the tabloids; I heard a long time ago that people made good money doing that.

I had options, and that made me feel better. I did have to spit out the window a time or two to get the taste of bleach out of my mouth. That old batty bitch had put bleach in my coffee like she was trying to kill me. I’ll be sure to tell my Daddy as soon as he gets back.

He may not like me after the fight we had after my divorce when I had to tell him some hard truths about how much I always hated my life, but once I remind him of how Mama had died young and how I was raised without a Mama, something that always fills him with guilt, he’d forget all about being mad.

My phone kept going off every few seconds, but each time was worse than the last when I looked. Everyone was talking about Alyssa and her new husband, as well as the fact that they had bought that big old house that everyone around these parts had been drooling over for generations.

“That bitch don’t deserve none of that.” Of all the things that had befallen me of late, her success was the one that got to me the most. I hate her as much as I hate her mother. I could never get either of them to show even an ounce of envy over the fact that I had taken Corbin from them.

I’d wanted to see them suffer, to see the hurt in them, but over all these years, neither the mother nor the daughter had ever given me that. It used to enrage me the way the little bitch would look at me as if looking through me. Her attitude was one of the reasons I could never forget where I came from.

Even after her brothers all went away, I was still able to go only so far with dealing with her because I knew they would show up at my door otherwise, and since I couldn’t harm her any other way, I made sure Corbin was never there for her again. He had to take my daughter to all those father-daughter fancy shindigs whether he wanted to or not.

I’d made sure my daughter got to go to the same school, wear the same stuff and get invited to everything Alyssa did. That all came to an end when she got into a fancy school that my kid couldn’t attend for college and then I lost what little grip I had on her.

She’d gone radio silent right away, cutting off her father and me; not that we had any kind of relationship before that, but at least I used to be able to get little snippets of her life here and there. But once she went away to college it was as if we never existed.

I know for a fact that she never called her Dad because I used to check his phone. There was no communication between the two of them for years, and then the rest of their families on both sides were very protective of her like she was something special.

No one ever knew anything about how she was doing and such until she graduated from college with her fancy degree and went right into that high-paying job. No doubt she’d slept her way into that job, just like she’d fooled this rich man into marrying her.

I never trusted the bitch because she looked too much like her mother. All they had going for them were their looks and old family money that they didn’t have to work for. My daughter and I were just as pretty, and we deserved to have the same kind of life.

But now everyone seems to be coming out of the woodwork with their own opinions about me and my daughter. I’m still trying to figure out who this Rhoda person is who seems to know all of my business. I wonder if she’s the one who gave Corbin the information about my affairs?

But how did she get those pictures and the screenshots of our shared messages? Some of those pictures went back years, but I’d only just started seeing that name. Not only was she sending this stuff to Corbin but she was sharing it all over town with people I wanted to think highly of me.

No wonder no one wanted to lend a helping hand and all those women who had once been my friends just a few short weeks ago had blocked me and were now acting as if they didn’t know me.

My phone went off and almost scared me to death. I answered sharply and felt my blood pressure rise. Hello Helen, are you having fun yet? Just in case you’re wondering, this is Alyssa. I just wanted to let you know that everything that has been happening to you is my doing, and this is just the beginning.”

“You little bitch…”

“And by the way, Mom and Dad are getting back together. You wasted fifteen years of your life for a man who never wanted you or your daughter. But I guess you didn’t miss him in your bed since you slept with everything that wasn’t nailed down.”

“It was you.”

“Damn straight, it was me. You took my childhood; now, I’ve taken the rest of your life. I told you to get the hell out of my town; you should’ve listened. But since you decided to stay here, you can reap what you sowed.”

“What did you do, you little bitch? If you think I’m gonna let you get away with this…”

“You don’t scare me. You’re an old, broke bitch, who no one likes. Your reputation is in the toilet, and now everyone knows what you really are.”

“By the way, how did you like those fleas? Are you still itching?” Just the mention of them made that shit start up again.

“I’ll tell everyone.”

“And no one will believe you. Because you’re a known liar and a thief. Did you see what those women you tried so hard to fit in with have to say about you?”

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