Epilogue
Jack
It was Thanksgiving day and Roxy was four months pregnant. John was walking around like a proud peacock thinking he made a baby. He even tried to rub it in my face that he was having a baby with the girl who once was mine.
Roxy waited till the end of the dinner before she raised her glass of wine to make a toast. “Here’s to Jack. The love of my life and the father of my child,” she announced.
There was absolute silence for several moments. Roxy had spit out her wine with absolute shock on her face. “What? You didn’t think I could do to you what you did to me on our wedding day?” I laughed at her.
“You son of a bitch! You planned this all out didn’t you,” John screamed. “That’s right asshole. You have been fucking me over for my entire life. How does it feel to be on the other end of it motherfucker,” I growled my disdain for my brother.
John jumped out of his seat and lunged at me. Sitting in my chair, I kicked his left knee and watched it snap backwards. As he fell forward, I bashed him in the face breaking his nose.
“This asshole is all yours Roxy. Rachel and I both filed for divorces from you two cheating slugs yesterday,” I hissed.
“I have video of you meeting John at that stupid motel and I have video of you meeting up with rich men in the hotel. You will accept whatever settlement I suggest or I will go on the nightly news and show them a hooker meeting up with rich men for sex. How well do you think that will go over with those rich men. Having their face on the news like that?” I told her with hate in my eyes.
John was groaning painfully when Rachel and I got up to leave. The other thing we did yesterday is rent a three bedroom house over in SeaTac for us to live in.
“You better call an ambulance for your boyfriend. I am pretty sure that I shattered his knee,” I told Roxy. “I know that you have been fucking him for quite some time. You two deserve each other,” I growled. Then Rachel and I left arm in arm.
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