- 7.
Greg took a step closer, invading my personal
space.
I felt his ragged breath on my face, all out of
whack.
“You actually have the nerve to divorce me?”
That was a good one.
What do I have to be afraid of?
Grandma, hearing what I said, tottered over to
me, her face trembling.
She grabbed my hand. “Honey, why are you
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getting a divorce all of a sudden? Has Greg
been treating you badly?”
She glared at Greg. “Apologize to E!”
Greg frowned, like he couldn’t wrap his head
around what I was saying.
He shook his head. “If something was going
on with me and Brittany, why would I marry
you?”
For once, he sounded almost gentle.
Like he was actually trying to explain things
to me.
I used to be the type to fall for that half-
assed kindness.
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I’d probably jump into his arms, telling him I
knew he’d never betray me.
But now, I saw right through his BS.
“Greg, I already told you.”
“Dad’s gone, I don’t need you to play the
loving husband anymore.”
“We’re done. You can hang out with whoever
you want.”
Greg looked surprised, then chuckled
sarcastically.
“I knew this was about me not going to the
beach. You’re just jealous of Brittany.”
“Mom, you’re siding with her! Look at her, she
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doesn’t look like she’s from high society, the
conversations I have with Brittany are
professional.
“And she’s here, stuck on a trivial issue,
threatening me with divorce over and over.
“She needs to be locked up and think about
what she’s done.”
Yeah, if Greg could reflect on himself, I’d
believe he and Brittany were just friends.
But the latter was a lie, so the former was
even more BS.
“Grandma, thank you for everything you’ve
done for me.”
“But Greg and I, we’ve been fighting for too
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long. We can’t do this anymore.”
Grandma held my hand, tears welling up in
her eyes.
If I didn’t have to marry Greg, and could just
be her daughter, that would be wonderful.
Karen, seeing how close me and Grandma
were, got even angrier.
“Mom, I’m your daughter! Why are you
holding onto some stranger?”
She came over and pried Grandma’s hand
away.
Grandma slapped Karen’s hand. “Mind your
business!”
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“How is it not my business? I never wanted
her to be my sister–in–law!”
Karen pointed at me, looking down at me.
“She’s been married for eight years and can’t
even have a baby.”
“She’s been embarrassing our family, stealing
Brittany’s spot.”
“My brother should have divorced her a long
time ago, kicked her out, and gotten with
Brittany.”
Karen hugged Brittany’s arm, smiling.
Then she turned to me, looking at me with
hatred.
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She’s probably forgotten how she used to
cling to me eight years ago.
Whatever.
But there was one thing I wasn’t going to let
them get away with.
I was leaving, and I wasn’t going to let them
blame everything on me.
“Karen, why haven’t I gotten pregnant? Maybe
you should ask your brother!”
