fill my heart to the brim. Love you now and forever.” Then I kissed her forehead for the last time. To my surprise, she gently tugged on my hand and said, “Sweet Dreams, Cinda-rell-y.” It took everything in me to make my body climb from her bed. Just like that, I lost the love of my life, standing four feet away from her while her son held her precious, fragile body. I watched my hero draw in her final breath.
C HAPTER 4
Sweet, Sweet Justice
Attorney Hugo Smith called me yesterday telling me that he had something of high importance to tell me regarding a matter that pertains to the Montgomery family. I’m not sure what it could be because I already filed for divorce from the Bastard. With him owning the biggest law firm in Sacramento, I knew I stood no chance of coming away with anything from my piece of shit marriage.
In all honesty, I just wanted my cotton candy-colored bling bracelet and that was it. I didn’t even care if I had to walk to the nearest Wal-Mart naked to buy an outfit. I would leave naked if that meant parting ways from the heartless, cheating bastard. I knew he would sign the papers when I asked for absolutely nothing in the divorce. He would then have the freedom to bang as many random women as he wanted without having to be sneaky, because face it—I guarantee there were way more than just the three I knew of. Within 24 hours of filing, I was officially divorced from the Bastard.
I guess he had connections and was more than willing to lose his extra baggage. He also made sure I left with nothing, and I mean nothing…dignity included! I had $167.89 tucked away in a coat pocket from my shopping spree with Frances. No car, no clothes and no hope. However, I felt lighter than I had in years. There was a small, nagging victory dance working its way up from my toes because I was free of the Bastard forever! I may have to sell my body to make money, but at least I was free!
So here I sit across from the squatty, older Hugo Smith, wearing my new zebra-striped flip-flops, denim capris and my new lace hot pink ruffled tank top from the local dollar store. Without saying a word, Hugo slid an envelope to me. When seeing the wonder on my face, he gently said, “It’s a letter from Frances. Please read it and then we’ll discuss the content of the letter.”
I didn’t want to read this letter in front of him. I wanted to take it and cherish it in a dark corner somewhere. I can’t do this! Finally, I mustered up all the courage I had, slid the letter from the envelope, and I immediately recognized Frances’ beautiful cursive sprawled across the page in purple ink…
To My Sweet Cinda-rell-y,
This letter is my way of apologizing to you. I was so very selfish in our relationship. I knew how my son treated you and the many affairs he participated in. I saw the hurt and devastation in your eyes, and I only recognized it because I too knew the feeling. Aaron’s father had several affairs while we were married. I had high hopes that my son would one day treat and respect his wife better than his father did. When his father died, Aaron was only 14. I did everything I could to instill the importance of commitment in my son.
I know how it is to live with a bastard who constantly degrades you and makes you feel inferior. I lived it and then stood by and watched you live it. Please, my dear, forgive me for my selfishness. I should've let you go, but the truth was I needed you! You were the light in my life.
I’m sure you’re planning on leaving Aaron, and I give you my full support. I want you to be happy and live your life to the fullest. Knowing the shark my son can be, I’m leaving everything I own to you, my dear. The house, money, and cars are all yours. I want you to do whatever you want with them. Hell, move in next door and flaunt all your boyfriends in front of my son—I don’t care! I really hope you hit up the hot UPS man first. Exercise
C HAPTER 4
Sweet, Sweet Justice
Attorney Hugo Smith called me yesterday telling me that he had something of high importance to tell me regarding a matter that pertains to the Montgomery family. I’m not sure what it could be because I already filed for divorce from the Bastard. With him owning the biggest law firm in Sacramento, I knew I stood no chance of coming away with anything from my piece of shit marriage.
In all honesty, I just wanted my cotton candy-colored bling bracelet and that was it. I didn’t even care if I had to walk to the nearest Wal-Mart naked to buy an outfit. I would leave naked if that meant parting ways from the heartless, cheating bastard. I knew he would sign the papers when I asked for absolutely nothing in the divorce. He would then have the freedom to bang as many random women as he wanted without having to be sneaky, because face it—I guarantee there were way more than just the three I knew of. Within 24 hours of filing, I was officially divorced from the Bastard.
I guess he had connections and was more than willing to lose his extra baggage. He also made sure I left with nothing, and I mean nothing…dignity included! I had $167.89 tucked away in a coat pocket from my shopping spree with Frances. No car, no clothes and no hope. However, I felt lighter than I had in years. There was a small, nagging victory dance working its way up from my toes because I was free of the Bastard forever! I may have to sell my body to make money, but at least I was free!
So here I sit across from the squatty, older Hugo Smith, wearing my new zebra-striped flip-flops, denim capris and my new lace hot pink ruffled tank top from the local dollar store. Without saying a word, Hugo slid an envelope to me. When seeing the wonder on my face, he gently said, “It’s a letter from Frances. Please read it and then we’ll discuss the content of the letter.”
I didn’t want to read this letter in front of him. I wanted to take it and cherish it in a dark corner somewhere. I can’t do this! Finally, I mustered up all the courage I had, slid the letter from the envelope, and I immediately recognized Frances’ beautiful cursive sprawled across the page in purple ink…
To My Sweet Cinda-rell-y,
This letter is my way of apologizing to you. I was so very selfish in our relationship. I knew how my son treated you and the many affairs he participated in. I saw the hurt and devastation in your eyes, and I only recognized it because I too knew the feeling. Aaron’s father had several affairs while we were married. I had high hopes that my son would one day treat and respect his wife better than his father did. When his father died, Aaron was only 14. I did everything I could to instill the importance of commitment in my son.
I know how it is to live with a bastard who constantly degrades you and makes you feel inferior. I lived it and then stood by and watched you live it. Please, my dear, forgive me for my selfishness. I should've let you go, but the truth was I needed you! You were the light in my life.
I’m sure you’re planning on leaving Aaron, and I give you my full support. I want you to be happy and live your life to the fullest. Knowing the shark my son can be, I’m leaving everything I own to you, my dear. The house, money, and cars are all yours. I want you to do whatever you want with them. Hell, move in next door and flaunt all your boyfriends in front of my son—I don’t care! I really hope you hit up the hot UPS man first. Exercise
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