His Betrayal Her Lies Read Free

the pain any
worse, Taylor tried to remember why she was on the floor. Libby
helped her prop herself up on the kitchen bar stool, then felt her
head for signs of a fever. Taylor began to lower her head onto the
counter, then jerked it back up. “Where is it?”
    Confused, Libby and Pam looked at each other.
“Where is what?”
    “The letter, Libby,” Taylor yelled, then spun
around and shouted, “Where’s that letter, Pam?” She jumped from the
stool, causing her head to swim. Looking frantically around the
kitchen, Taylor spotted the letter on the floor near the counter.
Transfixed, she hoped against hope that there was no truth to any
of the horrible memories that started to come back.
    Pam followed Taylor’s line of sight. “This
letter?” she asked. Taylor nodded. Pam bent down, picked the sheet
of paper and the envelope up off the floor, and handed them to her.
Taylor slowly and silently re-read the page full of hurtful
words.
    Hello Taylor,
    You don’t know me but we have something in
common. We both want the same man. The difference between you and
me is I already have him. Ari and I have a two-year-old daughter
named Adrianne. She needs her father at home with her.
    I stood by too long waiting to see if Ari
would leave you and come home to his true family. You will never
love him the way I do. Send my daughter’s father home to her. I
knew he would be away this week; I always know my man’s
whereabouts. I even know where you stay. You know how? He’s my man,
that’s how.
    Let me fill in a few blanks so you won’t be
confused. I met Ari almost three years ago in Miami. He was with
some friends and we hit it off. The rest is, as they say, history.
I don’t know how your bomb ass got in the picture but bitch, step
off!
    Consider this fair warning, Taylor. You
think you ’bout to marry the only man I ever loved? I have too much
invested in this to lose. Ari is mine.
    Sincerely,
    I’m watching you.
    Taylor calmly ripped the envelope several
times; the ceiling fan blowing the pieces of paper around the floor
like confetti. Then the reality of it all overwhelmed her. Her
companions stood by stunned as Taylor crumpled the letter in her
hand and suddenly burst into tears, ran to her room, and locked the
door.
    She flopped across the bed, the waterworks
from her eyes saturating the covers. She felt so many mixed
emotions. How could she not have known he was cheating? How the
hell did he have a child by someone else? He wasn’t the man she
thought he was, and she hated him for that.
    She came out of her fog when she realized
that Libby and Pam were pounding on her bedroom door. She rolled
out of bed and opened the door. Immediately both women reached out
for her. Taylor stepped aside to let them in.
    “I’m going to kill him,” she snarled as her
bare feet swept across the carpet. Kneeling at the edge of the bed
and reaching under it, she pulled out the black box that held her
shiny Smith and Wesson Model 35—her crime stopper, as she called
it. She stood up and opened the chamber. It was loaded.
    “Tay, why do you have that gun in your hand?”
Pam stared at the gun and back at Taylor.
    Taylor simply stared back.
    Pam stepped a little closer to Taylor. “Let’s
sit on the bed, sweetie, and talk.” Pam sat, patting the bed and
extending her hand toward Taylor.
    Taylor sat at the opposite end of the bed.
“When he comes back, I’m going to kill him.”
    “Kill who?” Libby asked as she cautiously
approached the bed.
    “Ari. I’m going to kill Ari.” Taylor’s tone
was unfamiliar even to her own ears.
    “What happened?” Pam demanded, moving closer
to Taylor’s side of the bed.
    Taylor craned her neck and reached for the
balled-up letter near the pillow. She handed it to Pam, who hastily
read the contents. More than once, Pam’s fist rose to her lips and
she gasped at the startling revelations. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry,
Tay.”
    Libby snatched the letter from Pam and
hastily skimmed