I’ve moved on.
Unknown number:
With another man?
Unknown number:
Please don’t say that.
Me:
I am not your concern anymore. Not that I was in the first place, or you wouldn’t have cheated on me or stolen my money.
Unknown number:
Who is he?
Me:
Merry Christmas, Graham, and good luck with your business. Have a nice life.
Unknown number:
Lola! Don’t block me.
Having stayed over at Piper’s last night so we could wake up on Christmas morning together, I’m lazing in my pajamas on her sofa, surrounded by her cats.
Ignoring their death stares, I smirk to myself, taking great delight in hitting ‘block’ on yet another unknown number. I couldn’t care less if Graham keeps texting me because as soon as the stores open again after the holidays, the first thing I’m going to do is change my number.
I win.
And I’ll recover the money Graham took without my permission. I think it will take less than six months. I’m going to be just fine because my father left me a successful legacy, which I plan on making even more incredible.
I will thrive.
And Graham can rot in hell.
Since I decided to stop the investigation and move on with my life, I feel lighter and less on edge. After speaking with my financial advisor, and Lisa Perez, the lawyer Jordy’s mother recommended, I decided that spending months in a tedious drawn-out court case, where Graham would more than likely get off if he agreed to pay back the money at a dollar a month, wasn’t worth my time, energy, or any more of my money.
Alerting me to yet another text, my phone dings, my dread is replaced with happiness when I see Jordy’s name appear and not another unknown number.
Jordy:
Morning, Teacup… Merry Christmas xoxo
I hesitate, considering if I should add kisses to the text I am writing, like he did. Chewing my bottom lip, I quickly add them, pressing send before I change my mind.
Me:
Merry Christmas, Jordy. xoxox
Jordy:
I wish you were in my bed this morning and you were giving me real Christmas kisses and hugs.
Me:
Missing me?