Page 63 of Breathing Wisteria
“We fucked. Once. I never gave you a second thought after that.” I lean toward her and level her with a scowl. “These delusions you chose to believe have nothing to do with me. You’re fucking crazy.”
“I am not crazy!” She slams a hand on the bar and I watch uneasily as my phone jumps on the hard surface.
“Did you tell her you would accuse me of rape, or not? I want the truth, Giselle. You got what you wanted, you’ve ruined my life. The least you can do is tell me the truth.”
“Oh my God, yes, okay? Yes, I told her I would tell everyone you raped me, does that make you feel better?” she sneers. “I watched poor little Wyatt’s heart break right in front of my eyes and it was delicious. The way her chin quivered when I told her she couldn’t have you either.” Giselle’s eyes glaze over, and a small smile plays across her lips. “She told me no one would believe me, but I assured her they would. That my reputation in this industry is stellar, and if I said that you had held me down and forced yourself on me, your hand on my neck choking me, then people would believe it. And if not…” She shrugs. “There was always the photos I had doctored up of my ‘injuries.’” She giggles as she makes air quotes, but as quick as the laugh appeared, it’s replaced with a vicious glare. “God, I can’t believe she told you the truth and then shestillleft you. What a bitch.”
“She didn’t leave me.”
“Look who’s delusional now.” She scoffs. “She dumped your ass in front of a pack of photographers. You know”—she waves a teasing finger in front of me—“you should really thank me for showing you her true colors.”
“She didn’t leave me. We just wanted you to think she did. So we could get this.” I reach across the bar and pick up my phone, turning off the recording and quickly emailing the file to Campbell. “You made it difficult, I’ll give you that. Wyatt was supposed to do this, but when you wouldn’t take her calls we had to change our plans, file fucking divorce papers to draw your evil ass out.” I grimace. “I’ve been trying to stumble across you for two weeks now. I was actually beginning to think we had gone through all of this bullshit for nothing, but I should have had more faith in your assholishness.” I shake my head with a sneer. “You were always going to track me down so you could gloat. What would have been the good in your fucked-up plan if you didn’t get to see me suffer firsthand?”
Giselle is staring at me, her face frozen in a mask of horror and I force myself to take a moment to enjoy her comeuppance.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“What am I going to do with it? Campbell is probably emailing it to every entertainment news network as we speak. We are going to make sure everyone hears it, so they all know what a deranged bitch you are.” I stand, eager to get out of here and far away from her. “Your career is over, Giselle. Wyatt and I win.”
Then I turn and walk away, ready to go and get my girl.
