Chapter 8
The dining room descended into absolute chaos,
as Sierra and Kevin began screaming at each other,
their dark secrets spilling out into the open.
Sierra accused Kevin of promising to leave me,
claiming he said he was only staying for my salary,
until the baby was born and safely settled.
Kevin yelled back that she was a manipulative liar,
saying she had trapped him with the pregnancy,
and that she constantly demanded more of my money.
My mother tried to intervene between them,
shouting for everyone to calm down and be quiet,
desperately trying to regain control of the room.
She turned to me with a fierce, angry glare,
pointing a shaking finger directly at my face,
accusing me of trying to destroy our family.
She said I was always jealous of my sister,
and that I should be grateful the child was family,
suggesting we could raise it together as a team.
The sheer delusion of her twisted proposal,
made my stomach churn with physical nausea,
realizing how deeply broken her morality truly was.
I stood up from my chair slowly,
towering over my mother with a cold, hard stare,
and told her she was no longer my family.
I told her I had cancelled her car payments,
and that the bank would be coming for her vehicle,
because the free ride was officially over forever.
She gasped,
clutching her pearl necklace in absolute shock,
screaming that I was an ungrateful, cruel daughter.
I ignored her pathetic, desperate insults,
turning my attention back to my cheating husband,
who was sweating profusely and rubbing his temples.
I told Kevin that I had visited the bank,
and that the joint accounts were completely empty,
moved to a trust he could never legally touch.
He stared at me with wide, bloodshot eyes,
realizing he had no money to pay the upcoming rent,
and no access to the credit cards he relied upon.
He begged me not to do this to him,
saying he would be completely ruined at his firm,
if rumors of financial misconduct reached his partners.
I smiled,
picking up my wine glass for another long sip,
and told him I had already thought of that detail.
I informed him that Olivia had drafted the petition,
and that a process server was standing outside,
waiting to hand him his divorce papers in the hallway.
Sierra picked up the baby carrier quickly,
realizing the gravy train had completely derailed,
and rushed toward the front door to escape the blast.
My mother followed right behind her favorite child,
shooting me one last look of venomous hatred,
before fleeing the apartment like a panicked rat.
The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them,
leaving me entirely alone with the man I married,
who was now just a pathetic, broke stranger.
He fell to his knees on the dining room rug,
weeping openly and begging for my forgiveness,
grasping at the hem of my long dress in desperation.
I stepped back smoothly,
pulling the fabric out of his sweaty, shaking hands,
and told him to pack his bags immediately.
I told him the lease was now solely in his name,
and since he had zero access to my deep savings,
he had exactly thirty days before the eviction notice.
I picked up my purse from the kitchen counter,
May you like
leaving the untouched roast sitting on the table,
and walked out of the apartment with my head held high.
