Chapter 5
Most of the guests just stuck around for the drama. Some even pulled out their phones and started livestreaming it.
I wasn’t fazed at all. I fired right back at everything Minnie said.
I pointed straight at her.
‘You swapped out my snacks and milk, used my scale, and even switched. our condoms to strawberry flavor. You’re showing off. Don’t tell me you didn’t do it intentionally.”
Then, I looked at Raymond.
“You know how sensitive and sharp I am.
He turned pale. That was when he remembered the time I called and asked if anyone had been at the house.
He freaked out, panicking that I might catch on. So, he rushed to call his friend, Lucian Gardner, and begged him and his girlfriend to help cover it
- up.
They even tried to talk him out of it. “Whitney can’t tolerate the slightest. wrongdoing. You need to stop now.”
Raymond thought he could juggle both sides to keep Minnie happy without losing me.
He never expected I’d be able to connect the dots and flip everything. upside down.
I walked up to him and slapped him hard across the face, smiling
afterward.
“Remember what I said? If you ever betray me, I’ll make sure it’s something you never recover from.”
I pulled out a pen. “Go ahead. Sign it, Raymond.”
Before he could respond, Alice stepped up.
“Don’t even think about fighting for anything. If you take her to court, I’ll burn through everything I have to make sure you lose.”
Before he could even react, Minnie rushed over and stepped in front of him. She shielded him.
“If you want to hit someone, hit me. Leave Ray out of it. I’m the one who seduced him and tricked him into bed. Why take it out on him?”
Seeing the look on Minnie’s face, I gave her what she seemed to want–I slapped her.
She clutched her cheek and stared at me in disbelief.
“Why did you hit me?”
“Because you’re a mistress,” I said sarcastically.
Her eyes welled up right away.
Raymond rushed over, pulled her back, and snapped at me, “That’s enough!”
It was like he suddenly found his confidence.
“You’re not innocent either! You always want to be the best at everything -whether it’s industry competition, career goals, or even how the house should look!
“I always do things your way. Where to put the shoes, how they should be lined up–you control it all!
“I’m tired of this. I’ve had enough!”
He yanked off his tie and tossed it hard on the ground.
“Look at me! I’m just a puppet to you!”
His eyes were red as he shouted, “You tell me what shirt goes with what tie, what to do, and when to wear it. You act more like a nanny than a wife, running every part of my life! I’m also a human. Why do you treat me like this?”
I thought of something he once told me when he was a teenager.
“Whitney, I want you to make all the decisions. You know I’ve never felt truly safe since I was a kid.”
Years later, when he was 32, he told me, “I just want someone to look after me. That’s the only way I feel happy.”
“I’m done with you.”
Even though I knew it was coming, hearing him say it still hit me hard.
