Page 68 of Cursing My Cheating Husband

But Gwen kept going. “The endless doormat, sitting at home, filling her days with shopping and waiting around for a man.”

“Honestly, why do either of you think I would care what you think of me?” Callie said. “You’re both such awful, disgusting lowlifes. Your opinions don’t matter.”

“Oh, I mattered plenty when your husband was begging me to bring him some relief from his bitch wife,” Gwen shot back.

“You might have felt like you mattered, but you never did,” Callie said, anger gradually boiling hotter behind her eyes. “You’ve built your entire identity around being the forbidden fruit, the exciting prize. But you’re no prize. All you are is easy trash with no morals. None of those married men wanted to be with you because of anything about you. They wanted to sleep around, and you were just there. You could have been literally anyone.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Gwen was falling back on her heels a bit.

Callie kept going. “It’s probably hard to admit the only special thing about you is how undiscerning you are.”

“Fuck you!” Gwen repeated at a higher volume.

I squirmed at Callie’s words. She was exactly right. Gwen was an ugly bigot who had offered me nothing but convenience and the cheap thrill of the forbidden.

And look what I had thrown away for that empty nothing.

“Anyway, I’ve had enough of this. We’ll be going now. Goodbye Gwen.” Callie started walking down the hall, Brie putting a protective arm around her.

That Callie was finally ending this flooded me with relief. I fell into step behind the women as they moved off.

But of course, Gwen rushed after us.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, walking away from me? I told you, I’m the one who decides when this is over! You’ll leave when I tell you, and not a moment before!”

“Gwen, enough!” I hollered.

But Gwen kept screaming at Callie. “You’re fucking delusional, you jealous bitch!”

“Gwen, this is over. Go back.” I tried to stop and physically block her, but she shoved past me.

“I’m the woman you only wish you could be! I take what I want from these guys on the terms I want it, and I leave them begging for more! You think you can judge me? You get treated like dirt, take whatever scraps he throws your way, and you’re the one left begging!”

“Just shut up, Gwen!” I commanded. “No one gives a fuck what you have to say!”

But she didn’t even respond to me. Her ranting was laser-focused on Callie, and it didn’t stop. “You’re exactly the kind of pathetic joke who gives all women a bad name! You’re a disgrace! You’re too weak to leave, too boring to keep him, and too stupid to see you never mattered at all!”

Suddenly, magic was crackling around Callie. Her eyes glowed menacingly with power while her hair whipped about.

“You think I’m too weak?” was all she said, her eyes flashing with rage and her voice deepened to a terrifying degree by the magic.

All three of us yelled at once.

I moved toward her. “Callie!”

Gwen leapt back in terror. “You’re a witch!”

“Callie, be careful!” Brie exclaimed.

But the magic only gathered in intensity, ferociously swirling around Callie.

“Maddox, you could have told me she was a fucking witch!” Gwen shouted in a bitchy tone, which was some trick. Usually, fear made you soft and vulnerable, but Gwen’s terrible attitude was somehow undimmed by her terror.

The magic blasted out of Callie, a wall of searingly bright white light slamming full body into Gwen. Callie’s deep screams of power merged with Gwen’s agonized shrieking as the light blinded us all.

CHAPTER 29

CALLIE