Chapter 84 The Wife—Tara
The Wife—Tara
“Why did you pick me up early?” Lucas says as he gets in the car. “I have basketball practice.”
“I have a surprise. We’re going to see Gamma and Poppy. I’ve booked us a flight to Paris.”
His mouth drops open. “I’m not going to Paris!”
This kid! Why can’t he ever do what I ask? “Lucas, come on! Do you really want to be around for your father’s trial? It’s going to be a circus. This is for your own good. It’s just for a little while.”
“I’m not abandoning Dad. I don’t care what you say. I believe him. There’s no way he would hit someone and then take off. Besides, I’ve done some thinking. I want to meet her.”
“But she didn’t want you! Why do you want to meet her?”
Confusion fills his face. “How do you know that?”
I grab my phone and toss it to him. “Her number’s in there, under Annabelle Reynolds.
I’ve been to her house. We’ve met for coffee too.
She said she wasn’t going to file for custody.
That she wants nothing to do with you. She has her perfect life with her two daughters and her husband, who had no idea she got knocked up before she was married.
She doesn’t want anyone to know. Call her if you don’t believe me. ”
Lucas’s face turns red. “I’m still not going to fucking Paris! I won’t leave Dad.”
I resist the urge to slap his face. My heart is beating so fast, it feels like it will erupt from my chest. This little shit.
He’s so ungrateful. I’ve sacrificed time and money raising him, and this is how he treats me.
“You’re still a minor. You have no say in the matter.
Your father is going to prison for a long time.
I’m your legal guardian, and you will do what I say, or I will take away your phone, your computer, and lock you up in this house until you’re eighteen.
” I pull up to the house and slam on the brakes.
“Now go pack. We’re leaving here in an hour. ”
“I hate you!” he yells as he storms away.
“Join the club,” I whisper under my breath.