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He’d been banging clubwhores while I’d fallen hook, line, and sinker deeper into love with him. The bastard. The shithead—
My ex-husband, the cheating rat bastard, had gotten a piercing, then instead of threading a ring through it like any other normal person, he’d slipped a padlock through the tip.
"You still fucked them." "I didn’t want them. I always wanted you." "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"The woman who told her I cheated on her repeatedly throughout Keira’s pregnancy."
"Whenever you cheated, was it because you got high?" "Yes." Jaw clenching, I rubbed at my eyes. I was such a fuck up.
I’d killed a woman who’d made it her life’s mission to destroy me, to steal my husband, to devastate my family, and to decimate my world.

