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“If you open your mouth to talk about my fiancé again, I’m going to hit you. In fact, you won’t say a thing. I will. How can you look in the mirror after what you’ve done? You’re rotten, Ernestine. She was your little girl. Your girl to love and to protect. You knew who put her in that condition and yet lied to all of us. You took advantage of the fact that Pauline was too young to remember the real culprit. Why? To earn people’s pity? So that no one would know what an irresponsible bitch you are? Not satisfied, you handed the compensation over to another boyfriend while your daughter was in need!”
“You don’t know anything.”
“Maybe not, but what I know makes me sick. I never thought I’d say something like this, but Pauline was lucky to go to heaven. God took her because you didn’t deserve her. Liar, gold-digger. You are a waste of a human being, as rotten and vile as that rat that caused the accident. I hope that when you die, the two of you meet in hell. Live a shitty life, thinking about what your daughter has suffered because of you. Or at least the consequences of your actions.”
I leave before I do something stupid, like shoving my hand in her face. Don’t get me wrong; it’s not being at a fancy party that’s holdingme back; it’s a concern for my babies. I don’t want to harm them, so even though I feel mad, I decide to leave.
When I get to the hallway, Maddie is still in position, like a soldier.
Christos is talking to a bodyguard, and a few steps away from him, there’s an old man with white hair.
My intuition tells me this man is with Ernestine, and when I see her come out of the bathroom in my peripheral vision and walk towards him, I follow.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Zoe Turner. I don’t know what your relationship is with Ernestine, but if you want advice, run while you can. What is someone who doesn’t have an ounce of love within them to protect their own daughter capable of doing to a stranger? If you want to look for me, I’ll tell you the whole story.”
I take a business card out of my purse and hand it to him. Then I turn my back on them and walk over to my man.
He puts his arm around my shoulders and starts walking me back to the hall. We are followed by Maddie and the bodyguard.
“What just happened?” he asks, not seeming to understand anything.
“Do you know who she is?”
“I’m not sure I know her. The face is familiar to me, but?—”
“The liar responsible for our breakup. Pauline’s mother.”
His face gets angry, and he stops walking. He tries to go back, but I grab his arm.
“No, love. It’s over. It’s finally over.”
Beau Carmouche-LeBlanc
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
The Day Before Christos’s Wedding
SOMEWHERE IN CENTRAL AMERICA
“Why don’tyou just fucking kill me?” he shouts.
There is no longer any dignity in what is left of him. There is not a single vestige of the arrogant, wife-beater professor.
“So rude, doctor. Your former students would be shocked by that language. Not all, of course. Those you fucked are probably used to it.”
“What the fuck did I ever do to you?”
“To me? Nothing. But last time, you got the victim wrong, Mike. Unfortunately for you, you messed with the girl of a good friend of mine.”
“Who? Why don’t you at least tell me what I’m being accused of?”
“Because it wouldn’t be as much fun,” I reply indifferently.
Howard doesn’t know it yet, but today is his last day on this planet. I let my men take care of him for months, but I came personally to finish the job.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” he screams in desperation, and I fold my arms, leaning againsta wall.
“What? Not so cool when you’re the victim and not a helpless old couple, is it? Or your ex-wife . . . oops, wait. She was never your wife. I just remembered. Neither on paper nor biblically.”
