Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
I hid my car in the garage though no one would know the old heap was mine, but I didn’t want the neighbors to know that anyone was here, or heaven forbid a realtor should come by or something. I was proud of myself for having these thoughts and the fact that my mind was so clear. It was only after I’d done it that I realized that maybe I shouldn’t have had all those pills.
On the other hand, they’d kept me wired and alert most of the ride, so maybe it was a good idea after all. The fact that I felt fidgety and out of sorts now was caused by the long car ride and lack of sleep, I’m sure. Nothing else was going on because my mind seemed so much clearer than it had in days.
I felt like laughing and skipping when I walked inside, but then a wave of depression hit right on the heels of that when I saw the condition of my family home. The house felt strange. It was empty, bare, and nothing like I remembered from my childhood.
It’s strange how I once thought this place was a thing of glory. It had been the envy of most of my friends and enemies alike, but after living in Ryder’s mansion, I came to know that it was just barely upper middle class compared to the wealthy mansions my friends in L.A. had grown up in.
The walls were a shit color of plain beige, and the rooms seemed so small. Were they always this tiny? I looked towards the staircase that I used to run down every day in my youth as I bounded off to somewhere or the other, and it was barely twenty stairs if that.
How had everything that had seemed so grand in my youth turned into this dump? I felt none of the joy I once did between these walls and was already missing the grandeur of the home I shared with Ryder and the many lavish places I’d been invited to because of my association with him.
That got me thinking about the Hudsons; I hadn’t thought of them this whole trip; my mind was too preoccupied with Ryder and that bitch who thought she could just steal my life. Another bout of irrational anger hit me in the gut, and I started screaming again.
Once I was drained, I slumped to the floor and looked around the empty living room, feeling a bit lost. A pang of sadness left me when I recalled the memories my family and I had made here.
I wasn’t aware of the tears that fell from my eyes until they itched. I caught myself looking around the room like a cornered rat, that hunted feeling attacking me again. Then my mind started jumping from one situation to another, with none of them making sense.
Each time my mind started to wander into a place of depression and self-pity, I dragged it back from the brink. I have to keep my wits about me now more than ever. I’m in a fight for my life here, and I know it. Everything I had worked for was crumbling right before my eyes, and worst of all, I missed Ryder.
It had been way too long since I’d seen him or been around him, and I was beginning to feel the loss. I refused to accept that things were going to end like this and felt myself regain some of the mental strength that had been waning in the last few weeks.
That’s right; I’m the wronged party here. Ryder is my husband, so if he’s taking selfies in her pajamas with that bitch, she’s the one who’s cheating with my husband. I pulled out my phone and was surprised to see that there were even more posts and comments.
The latest one enraged me, Ryder, and Elena at some restaurant in the city holding hands. I scanned the comments feeling the anger build with each word. Once again, people were offering them congratulations, some going so far as to say they were happy for them, and it was about time.
There were scathing mentions of me, and someone even uploaded the video of me losing my shit on camera when I left that stupid hospital. People were laughing at me, calling me crazy, and of course, talking about how I had had to trick him into marriage and took him away from his one true love.
There were a lot of stupid comments about twin flames and all that hoodoo bullshit, something the magic woman had mentioned way back when. I remember her warning me how things could go wrong when someone tried to come between two soulmates and how the backlash could be astronomical, but at the time, I had ignored it because it wasn’t what I wanted to hear.