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“Me,too.”

“Wanna go take pictures in the picture booth before weleave?”

“Alone with you in a tiny booth? Hell yes,” he says, his eyesshining.

I’m so screwed with thisguy.

He says I’m his. And he’smine.

And all I can think is I hope he means it because my heart? It’s lost tohim.

21

Andy

“So once we leavehere,we’re done? Officially,” I ask herlawyer.

“Yes, as long as we can come to anagreement.”

“Agreement? What’s there to agree on now? You said it would be today. If this continues to dragon…”

We’ve been sitting in this small room for over an hour, and Heather keeps delaying, knowing that she has me by the balls. I want the boys. Full custody. She lost her right to myboys.

She already promised them to me in exchange for the cabin, so I don’t know what could be holding herback.

“What’s the hurry?” her slimy lawyersmirks.

“I want rid of her,” I say, looking Heather dead in theeye.

Heather sits across from me looking like the whore she’s become. Her top is so tight, her new boobs, which would rival the size of any seen in a titty magazine, are spilling out of it to the point I’m afraid she’s going to have a serious wardrobe malfunction. “Why?” she asks innocently, tapping her fake finger nails on the tabletop. She knows damn good and well why. But Christine’s not the only reason. Heather is toxic, and I don’t want her around the boys. I want it in writing. Legal. No morecontact.

Not that she really gives a shit. And now the bitch is just using them. Which makes her more than just a bitch. It makes her a despicable headcase.

“Heather. Stop being such a bitch. I already gave you the cabin. Something that’s been in my family forgenerations.”

“Oh, yeah. I saw that you and your new happy family had a good little vacation atmycabin.”

I wondered if she was still following the boys on Instagram. I almost told them to block her, and after today, Iwill.

I sit in silence. I dare her to bring upChristine.

She’s none of Heather’sbusiness.

She smiles. A devilish smile that makes my bloodcurdle.

“Just spit it out,” Igrowl.

“You’redating.”

“Yes. My boys and I are spending time with anotherfamily.”

She shrugs her shoulders, looks down at her nails and back up at me. “And?”

I scoff and shake my head. “You’re such a horribleperson.”

My lawyer, Lynn, places her hand on my arm. I look down at her, and she shakes her head slightly atme.

“Did you know they’ve only asked about you twice?” I hold up two fingers, and she flinches. “And since you moved your shit out of the house? Not once. The entire time we were at the cabin they were happy, smiling. They don’t miss you. Hard to miss someone who was hardly there in the firstplace.”

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