Page 129 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

I just wish we had popcorn. Extra butter. Light salt.

“It wasn’t all me,” she says, standing up to try to meet his gaze. “You said you wish we had Jayce more.”

“Of course I did! Like, maybe another day a week. But you…you couldn’t stop talking about how much Maeve traveled. After what? Because we picked up a few extra weekends? You…God, how was I brainwashed by my own wife?”

“I didn’t brainwash you!”

Josh stops on a dime and turns to her, now saying this directly to her face. “You were the one who counted how many days she’d been traveling. You encouraged me to file for primary custody. And for what? A crappy reality show?”

“It’s not going to be crappy. It would’ve made my career!”

“Maybe you can still get on,” I interrupt. My voice seems to startle Josh. I think he forgot we’re still here. “If Josh won’t film with you, maybe you can convince one of your other boyfriends?”

She can’t hide her face as it goes ghost white. “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Let me explain, since clearly you’re having a moment or you’re still thinking you can save face,” Logan says, taking the last of the photos from the envelope from me and dropping them on the table. “See, I had a suspicion about you, once we found out that you were the one who leaked the pictures of Maeve. Because, you stayed at the café a while. You didn’t leave after the emails were sent. So I watched a little longer, and I happened to notice you got a visitor. At first I thought he might be your father, as he was much older than you, but then I realized no one kisses their father like that.”

I feel the smile grow on my face as I sit back, arms crossed, and watch this bitch’s life fall apart. Couldn’t happen to a better person.

“So I have a friend who likes to do some private investigating on the side, and turns out, you’re a busy little bee when Josh is at the bar.”

That private investigator was Stella. And boy was she elated when her and Emmett’s new nighttime hobby was to follow Vivian around Nashville.

“The count we have is four,” I say as Logan spreads out the photos with each of the men. “Four different men, not counting Josh, that think you’re in a relationship with them. Hmm…I wonder if reality television has a spot for a cheating bitch who tries to ruin families for her own gain?”

I stand up, ready to be out of this house. “I’ll be filing restraining order paperwork tomorrow. You are never to be around my son again. If you try to go through with this custody case, every single one of these photos will be used, and I’ll find more. Because no one, and I mean no one, fucks with me and my family.”

I turn to Josh, hating that he’s going through this, but until he makes a move, I can’t trust him. “Jayce won’t be here with her around until the courts step in. And just fair warning, I’ll be asking to amend the custody agreement that she can’t be here when you have him.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Josh turns his eyes to Vivian. “Our divorce will be filed as soon as I can get the paperwork done.”

She gasps…the bitchactuallygasps like she’s surprised.

“Don’t act shocked,” I say. “You fucked around. Now you’re finding out.”

And with that I grab my purse, turn on my heel, and hope Logan is following me out for my grand exit.

I don’t look back; I just march to the SUV and don’t even take a breath until I’m inside. I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes. I hear Logan’s side of the car door open and close, and before I know it, we’re pulling out and driving back home.

“It’s over, Love,” Logan says as he takes my hand in his. “The chaos is over.”

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logan

~~ One Month Later ~~

“And that’s the idea.I’d love to hear your thoughts?”

I look over to Maeve, who I don’t think has blinked during the entire presentation we’ve just sat through, let alone have thoughts to verbalize.

One for a reality television show, starring none other than my wife.

“Maeve?” I ask, more to make sure she hasn’t gone into a catatonic state. “Do you have anything you want to add? Questions to ask?”

She shows signs of life when she starts blinking, but they’re rapid and she might’ve blacked out for a second. “I’m sorry. I think I misheard you. Can you say again, one more time, and very slowly so you don’t have to say it three times, what you want me to do?”

I chuckle under my breath at Maeve’s request to Christopher, the producer. In Maeve’s defense, I kind of sprung this meeting on her. Not because I didn’t want her to be ready for it, but if she knew she’d have made me cancel. She would’ve been against it from the jump, but not because of what it is, because of her stubbornness.

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