Chapter 55: Get in the car.

I feel silly once i’m done crying.

Silly and weak because why should i cry? Why do i cry over a man who has done nothing but give me his fair share of degrading remarks and treated me as nothing but his competent secretary and inadequate wife?

“He’s a proper piece of shit.”

Bridget’s comment comes out of nowhere, and i have to pause and peer at her through the mirror. My sorrow reduces a bit, just enough for me to look at Bridget and ask with a conspiratorial glint in my eyes, “Are you reading my mind or are you just picking on Malachi because you hate him?”

Bridget shrugs, a sly smile spreading on her face as he responds, “I don’t hate him. I hate the way he behaves and treats you. I saw how angry he was yesterday because of that viper he calls his childhood friend.

He doesn’t act like he cares for you, and with his threat to not allow you have furniture brought into this room… any woman would feel under appreciated and unloved by that, especially for a man you’ve given so much in yo