The Revenge Games Duet
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“It was never about me. It was always about the network. They needed a storyline. When the ratings dipped slightly they wanted a scandal. What better scandal than two co-stars getting knocked up after only one season of filming?”
“So, why the fuck did you stay with him? Do you know how stupid it makes you look?”
Logan’s bluntness is exactly what I needed—two years ago. Right now though, his words hurt and my already-bruised ego can’t take any more. I want to crawl into a dark hole and forget the world exists. Pretend I have no life waiting or millions of fans watching my every move.
“You know what? You don’t care at all. You and Ash call yourself family, yet of the few times I’ve reached out to you, you guys don’t give a goddamn shit.”
“I could say the same thing,” he argues back.
“When? When did you reach out to me?”
He keeps quiet, rubbing his neck with the palm of his hand while staring at the ground.
“Exactly. So don’t tell me how stupid I am. It’s bad enough I now have this on my shoulders. You putting me down doesn’t empower me when I need all the strength I can get right now. I’ve fucked up. I trusted him and look where it’s gotten me.”
“I’m sorry. What a fucking asshole,” he yells, much to my surprise. “Do you want me to call my people?”
“Your people?” I question, confused. “To do what?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Cut his dick off doing a Lorena Bobbitt?”
He cringes, his posture falling over as if he knows what that feels like. “If that’s your wish.”
“Your people can really do that? Who are these people?”
“People.”
I sigh, then let out an unexpected cry.
I hate him.
I want bad things to happen to him.
I want lots of people to make his life hell.
The bastard has hurt me more than I thought imaginable. I’m embarrassed that the whole world watched me fall in love with an asshole. And now the whole world will watch as my life falls apart.
What about George?
Will he live with me?
Is there such thing as a custody battle for dogs?
Will he stay with Wes every other weekend? Poor George! He doesn’t deserve to be raised in this type of environment. I wonder if there’s a support group for pugs being raised in a broken home.
In the heat of the moment, I grab my cell out of my purse and throw it into the lake.
What have I done?
Oh crap!
It clicks seconds later as the ripples in the water disappear.
I run without thinking and dive straight into the water then remember the lake is filled with many creepy creatures. It’s not too deep where I land, and in the distance I hear Logan’s voice who’s angry and annoyed, followed by the splash beside me.
I bob down again, searching for my cell with tears battling against the water and my sobs muffled.