Chapter 17
Late at night, the bedroom door creaked open.
I sat back, waiting. As the footsteps neared, I flipped on the light.
“Another ambush? Aren’t you tired of this?”
This time, all three of them had come together.
“Why aren’t you asleep?!” they stammered, devastated.
I glanced at the water glass on my nightstand.
“Let me guess. Ten sleeping pills dissolved in there?”
They were dreaming. I could chew through twenty without even blinking.
My insomnia was so bad even my doctors had given up.
So they thought they could knock me out? No way.
I strolled over to Alex and yanked the paper from his trembling hands.
A divorce agreement. One that demanded I leave with nothing, not even Chloe.
So that was their plan–drug me, tie me up, and force me to sign.
Convenient. Just what I needed.
“Who drafted this?” I asked.
They all pointed at Alex.
I shoved the other two aside and thrust
a
at him.
“Rewrite it. Exactly as I say. Miss
one word, and
and I’ll break a finger.”
Shaking, he scribbled out a new version.
“Good. That earns you one less slap.” I nodded.
“You know what comes next, don’t you?”
His face went ashen. “No… it’s too much. I can’t sign…”
I cracked my knuckles, pacing the room.
“Think twice. I never said I wanted a divorce. Life here suits me–meals cooked, chores done, and three punching bags to train on.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! I slapped each of them across the face.
“I’m very comfortable. Why would I want to leave?”
“Oh no, no! Please, you should go! This place is too small for someone like you!” Susan and Amelie cried, cheeks swollen.
“Alex, just sign as soon as possible!”
He groaned. “But I can’t afford it!”
Silence hung heavy.
So I slapped them all again. “Fine. Then I’ll stay. I’m already used to hitting you. It feels weird without you around.”
They exchanged desperate looks.
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Finally Susan muttered, “I have some money left. I can chip in.”
Amelie added, “I still have some from David’s dad’s payout…”
“We need her gone. Otherwise she’ll break us piece by piece!”
“Yes. It’s unbearable.”
Consensus reached, Alex signed.
I gleefully slapped them all once more.
“Why still hitting us?!” they whined.
I shrugged. “Your left cheeks looked uneven compared to the right. OCD. Hope you understand.”
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