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481 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 15, 2014
Harold could have his other woman, I couldn’t care less. If she thought Speedy Gonzales was the best she could do in bed, then she was welcome to him.
“Oh, I get it you were going to leave me here with the kids while you go off and play house with your girlfriend. Pick up the kids on the weekend, buy them lots of stuff they don’t need and drop them off for me to do the heavy lifting of school and activities?
As far as Jillian, on what planet do you think your mistress’ wants and desires are going to affect my decisions? If Jillian doesn’t do children, then she really shouldn’t have gotten involved with a man who had two.
“Okay, okay,” she assured herself at least part of the plan went right. Helen was out of the picture, but Jillian hadn’t figured on her leaving her two brats behind. What kind of woman did that?
Jillian Reynolds was a gold digger and proud of it. She came from a long line of gold diggers and frankly thought women who worked or got married for love were suckers.
Finally, one night she caught Harold alone in his office after his assistant had left for the day. Jillian slipped into his office, slipped off her dress and very soon, Harold was slipping into her.
I was going to make Harold's life hell or as much of a hell as I could without affecting the twins.
Jillian was less than enthused when he had to cancel one of their trysts for one of the kids’ activities but on that, he wouldn’t budge.
He saw Jillian every day at work and almost every night.
Funny how Jillian’s perfume seemed to get stronger the longer they spent together.
“Rumors about you and that little blond girl in sales,” his father said when Harold said nothing.
“Son, if the rumors are true, that blond girl isn’t worth your family. Your wife is worth ten of her even with that writing business. She’s kept a nice home and given you two great children. Don’t throw that away for the pleasures of the flesh,” his father said flushing on the last.
Oh, let’s be honest. I knew Harold was having an affair. Good grief, he was coming home smelling like a French bordello, but I decided not to confront him. I was determined to maintain our ‘happy’ home for the kids’ sake and I was determined to break my family curse of single motherhood.
...will say this much for the little cheater, he’s loyal to a fault. Since he started doing Jillian, he hasn’t done me.
Then he’d make his nightly phone call to tell Helen he was working late before following Jillian back to her apartment for a long evening of dinner and sex.
Jillian had some moves that would make a porn star envious. Harold moaned as his cock hardened.
“But, Mother, I love Jillian and I want to marry her. She makes me happy and I think I make her happy,”
Helen had it all, she thought resentfully. The man, the money and everybody liked her better than they did Jillian. They might pretend to accept her for the baby’s sake or Harold’s sake, but bottom line, she would always be known as a home wrecker. A woman of low morals who didn’t have the decency to keep her fingers out of other people’s marriages.
Harold felt like he was punched in the gut and wondered again, how he had ever been so stupid to lose such a wonderful woman.