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448 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 26, 2022
And ain't it funny. How you said you were friends? Now it sure as hell don't look like it🎶
“What. The. Fuck. Sadie? What happened in the last hour that would give you that idea? I’ve been so good to you. Why would you even fucking say that?” He’s raising his voice now.
“Are you sure we aren’t on some holiday high, and that’s why this works? What happens when we get home to real life, and the high goes away?”
“Are you seriously asking me this right now? Are these words really coming out of that fucking mouth of yours? You know what, fuck this.” And he goes to walk off.
“Enough with the fucking waterworks, Sadie!” He’s shouting again, which makes me cry more.
“You know what, I’m done with this shit. We were over three years ago. So why don’t you take a hint and stay the fuck away from me?”
“I looked like a fucking fool that I had the club manager looking for you, especially when he tells me you’re all fucking piss drunk, dancing like animals on the dance floor. Then when I get there, you’re passed out like a fucking teenager. And worst of all, you put yourself in danger. You will never act like that again. Do you understand me? You’re lucky if I even let you out of the house again,” he yells. His face is beet red from screaming. I’ve never seen him this mad.
“And,” he continues, “let’s hope you don’t end up all over the tabloids tomorrow. You’re a mum Sadie, start fucking acting like it.”
“I’m your fiancée!” she yells after me.
“Not anymore, sweetheart. You… Sadie Peters are once again dead to me.” Fuck you, Sadie.
“Don’t you dare call that lying sneaky bitch!” I slur.