Page 67 of Cursing My Cheating Husband

“It’s fine, Maddox,” Callie said evenly. “Gwen and I can have a conversation.” She gestured toward a quiet hallway branching off the lobby. “Over there.”

Brie stepped in then to say exactly what I wished I could. “Callie, I don’t think we actually need to deal with this woman.”

“Oh, you sure as shit are going to deal with ‘this woman’!” Gwen snarled. “I’ll decide when this is over! Me! You can mind your own fucking business, whoever the fuck you are!”

“It’s fine,” Callie said to Brie, leading us out of the public space of the lobby and into the unpopulated hallway. Gwen followed with a vicious smile, clearly believing she had the upper hand, as Brie and I trailed behind, defeated.

Once we were away from any observers, Callie turned to face Gwen. “Say what you have to say.”

“So you already know about me?” Gwen purred.

“I do.”

“And you know that your husband and I have been fucking for the last two years?”

“He’s my ex-husband now, but yes.”

Gwen scoffed. “Sure honey. He’s your ex-husband, yet here you two are on the romantic getaway he tried to take me on. Give me a fucking break.”

Callie chuckled. “Well, I guess you caught me.”

“I’ve got to tell you, sweetie, I have been with more married guys than I could count. Literally hundreds.”

Brie groaned in disgust.

Gwen ignored her. “And in all that time, not one of those men has ever talked about his wife with as much contempt as Maddox talked about you.”

“That’s not true!” I shouted.

Callie silenced me with a sharp glare. “Shut up, Maddox. I’ll let you know when it’s time for you to speak.”

I shut up, and Callie continued.

“I know all about how you two would talk about me. That’s why I divorced him.”

“This again!” Gwen threw up her hands.

“I don’t think you’d be this upset if you weren’t still hung up on him, and honestly, you’re welcome to him. The more I’m seeing of you, the more I understand why you two were so well matched.” Callie turned to me. “Maybe you’d like to go home with Gwen and live with her now? She’s clearly obsessed with you.”

“As if!” Gwen screeched.

My face crinkled in revulsion. “I never want to see Gwen again. She’s revolting. She’s garbage.”

Gwen actually recoiled at that.

“I was so stupid to think there was anything worthwhile in trash like her,” I said with sincerity. “I regret every minute I spent with her.”

“Oh please, with the amount of time you spent begging me for sex?” Gwen howled. “All you regret is the time you spent away from me!”

“She’s right, Maddox. I read the texts, remember.” The certainty in Callie’s tone gutted me.

Gwen laughed harshly. “I hope they were a fun read! Bet they gave you a thrill, didn’t they?”

“They made me want to vomit, actually,” Callie said.

“You are the most pitiful joke to him,” Gwen hissed.

“She is not!” I roared. “Gwen, you’re the one who’s a joke.”