Page 78 of Worth the Vow

I step around Savannah so she has to turn, her back to the door. Crouching slightly so we’re at eye level, I throw down the gauntlet. “Do you want to know why, Savannah? Why I don’t want you?”

“Well, I mean, you don’t have to put it that way,” she stammers.

“Apparently I do, because you aren’t taking no for an answer. I think you’re vile. The things you did while married to me are things I’ll never forget about. Hell, I’ll probably never forgive you either. It boggles my mind that you think I’d jump back in bed with you just for some pussy? You’re insane.”

“I didn’t do all of those things, you know. I was just mad since you said you wanted a divorce, so I lashed out. I didn’t think you’d believe me.”

I stare at her incredulously. “Have you forgotten everything that you did, Savannah? You provided evidence. You sent me videos of men you fucked. Pictures of you doing drugs with random guys. You showed me text chains where you bragged about stealing money from me, and hinted that you stole from the hotel as well. I looked into that, by the way. Couldn’t prove it, even with the police involved.”

Savannah noticeably pales. “The police?”

“Of course. You stole from a business. That’s a punishable offense. Taking money from me, your estranged husband, wouldn’t be provable in court. But if I could have provided proof that you stole from the hotel, I had every intention of nailing you to the wall.”

At this moment, Savannah gets angry. “What the hell does it matter? All you ever cared about was this stupid hotel anyway. Do you know how many nights you didn’t even come home for dinner, and I had to put the kids to bed by myself? And you wonder why I was lonely and had men come over to satisfy me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I hiss, my voice deadly calm. “You brought men into my house? While my children were sleeping?”

“Of course I did!” she explodes, a sinister smile on her face, so opposite of the expression she used just moments ago to try and seduce me. “If only you knew the number of times you’d go to sleep and I’d go fuck someone in the basement. I figured out where the dead spots were for the cameras so you never knew. It’s not like you could get me off like some of the guys I fucked. There’s just something so sexy about a man on the run from the law, you know? I got off with them so much better than you. Honestly, I’m not even sure if Aspen is yours.”

“What?” I whisper, and Savannah’s grin grows even more.

“The night I got you drunk? I fucked two guys in a bathroom at that bar. Could be Aspen’s dad is one of them.”

“Get the fuck out of here, right now, you stupid tramp,” Kate hisses from the doorway. Arms positioned behind her, I know it’s to block my children from seeing their mother like this. Savannah turns slightly with a smirk as she cocks her head to study Kate.

“This was my husband before it was yours, so watch your fucking tone,” Savannah snaps.

“I don’t have to watch anything. You are only a guest in this establishment, and my husband no longer belongs to you. In fact, I bet nothing ever belonged to you, because I’m sure Dominic was the only one with money. Were you even on the mortgage?” Kate asks, and I vehemently shake my head. I bought the house on a whim before Sienna was born. Savannah and I were newly married, but things were already tense. At that time, I chalked it up to acclimation times, as well as pregnancy hormones, and didn’t bother thinking about how off the relationship felt from the start.

Kate slips past Savannah and comes to stand by me, wrapping her arm around my waist. A quick squeeze tells me she’s giving me support, and she clearly heard Savannah’s nasty words about Aspen’s genetics.

Kate turns to Savannah and speaks clearly. “This isn’t going to work. You have no boundaries, and you’re just here to try and get Dominic back.”

“Which will never happen,” I stress.

Savannah scoffs. “Oh, please. I trapped you three times. You actually think I can’t do it again?”

“Not with me, you can’t.”

“I’ll just do the same thing I did when I got knocked up with Aspen,” she says confidently. “Put a little something in your drink.”

My eyes widen at her admission. “I always wondered why that night is pretty hazy.”

“I can’t believe you just admitted to drugging him. You know that’s a crime, right?” Kate asks, and Savannah shrugs in response. “You really are a piece of work.”

“Maybe I am, but mark my words. I’ll be pregnant with his baby by the end of the summer,” Savannah snarls, her eyes locked on Kate’s, but pointing at me.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” I drawl. When both ladies look at me, I smile maliciously. “I had a vasectomy four years ago, Savannah, and I get it checked every year. So if you do end up pregnant, don’t come crying to me. No fucking chance it’ll be mine.”

Savannah’s eyes widen comically before she lets out a screeching yowl, launching herself at Kate, her hands stretched out as if she’s going to strangle Kate. I swoop in, standing between the women. “Katharine, call the police.”

“No! You can’t do this to me! We have to be married again so I can get your money,” Savannah wails.

“Why?” I ask, holding Savannah’s arms behind her back so she can’t attack Kate.

“I gotta pay off this guy. He’s a bad guy, Dom. He’s threatened me.” Savannah peers over her shoulders, her eyes wild. She looks desperate, which is a bigger concern for me. How desperate might she be if she doesn’t have access to any funds?

“How much do you owe?” I ask quietly. Kate is in the hallway, and I know she won’t agree with me entertaining the thought of helping my ex-wife.

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