Page 89 of Revenge

“I’m done, Fiona. There’s no point in you being here.”

“It’s the whore, isn’t it? She had her bastard, and now you’re running to her. I’m not going anywhere. I’m your wife and the mother of your daughter. We’re a family.”

“I’m tired of your bullshit, and you’re not my wife.”

John called and told me the divorce was final two days ago. In New York State you can get a divorce without your spouse’s signature if your spouse fails to respond to the summons. John managed to provide the necessary proof to the judge. As far as full custody of Aisling that was easy. Since the moment I married Fiona, I’ve had her followed and evidence collected to showcase she is an unfit mother.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, putting her hand on her hip.

“I told you I was divorcing you the minute Aisling was born.”

“You’re a fucking asshole. I didn’t sign anything. I’ll fucking fight this. You had no right,” she screams.

“I want to be civil. For the sake of our daughter, leave,” I say calmly.

She takes a step toward me.

“I’m not going anywhere!” she screams.

“Your things have been packed,” I say

She takes another step and slaps me. I grab her by the throat.

“Yes, baby, just how I like it.” She tries to sound seductive.

The woman has no shame. She disgusts me.

“You make me sick.” I push her away. “You have fifteen minutes.”

“You’re moving her in, aren’t you? I’m taking Aisling with me.” She takes a step toward the door.

“You aren’t taking her. She’s staying in her home where she belongs.”

“I’m her mother and you said we’re divorced. Aisling doesn’t belong with you. She belongs with me. Not here playing house with your whore.”

I take a deep breath. I know what she’s doing. She wants to get a reaction out of me so she can get her way.

“You keep telling yourself that. You don’t have a motherly bone in your body. You don’t want or love Aisling. Your actions show it every day.” For a second, I see a flash in her eyes. She could care less about Aisling. “Do I need to have you dragged out of here?” I bark.

“I see how it is. Your bastard is born, the whore is back, you divorced me behind my back, and now you’re throwing me out of my home.” I don’t say anything. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re kicking me out of my home to bring your whore and your bastard son.”

How the fuck does Fiona have so much information. Cillian’s reach is bigger than I realized.

“I won’t repeat myself,” I spit. She takes a step back. “It will be better if you leave of your own accord. There’s no reason for you to be here.” I open the door for her to leave.

“This isn’t the end. You’ll pay for this. She’ll pay for this,” she screams as she leaves my bedroom.

It took Fiona thirty minutes, but she’s finally gone. I check in on Aisling, who’s still peacefully sleeping. I open the door to Nikolas’ bedroom. It’s to the right of Ava’s old bedroom, while Aisling’s is to the left. Everything is perfect, as it should have been all along.

“Mr. Manarch,” Mary greets me.

“Yes, Mary?”

“Ms. O’Brien’s things have been unpacked in your bedroom. Everything is in its place.”

“Thank you, Mary.” My cell beeps.

Oliver: We should be there in fifteen minutes. She’s pissed.

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