Page 15 of The Better Sister

Thread: Chloe Taylor/People for the Press Award

Posted by BilboB

Making sure everyone saw the video of our favorite feminazi getting yet another honor this week. Can’t the libs find someone else to slobber over for a while?

Posted by SoxSuck92

Can barely recognize her with all that makeup and ten layers of Spanx. I wonder if she called the cops on anyone with XY chromosomes who paid her a compliment.

Posted by FireStarter

These cunts won’t be happy until it’s illegal for men to speak before spoken to.

Posted by JustTheTip

She cleans up OK. I’d do her. It’d be a hate-fuck, but just sayin’.

Posted by IncelMRA

Went down the rabbit hole reconning this bitch last month. She’s married to her sister’s ex.

Posted by Bighead

@IncelMRA WTF? Seriously?

Posted by FireStarter

Where’s @KurtLoMein? He always acts like he knows her IRL. Dude, is that true? She’s married to her brother-in-law? Do you know the sister? We need deets.

Posted by JustTheTip

Is it bad to say I’d fuck the sister too? Just doing my part for the cause. LOL.

9

I sat next to Ethan in the back seat on the way home. He let me put my arm around him, and eventually rested his head on my shoulder and shut his eyes. I noticed Guidry glancing at us periodically in the rearview mirror.

When Guidry took the fork onto Ocean Avenue, Ethan sat up. It was Saturday, the rare day when not even our entitled neighbors would dare think of having the landscaping done. He opened the car door to the sounds of birds waking and ocean waves high enough to hear from four blocks away.

I counted a total of five police cars in the driveway and against the curb outside, three marked, two unmarked. Guidry had already warned me that it might be days before we could get back into the house. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to walk inside again.

“We can be out of the way in the pool house,” I said as Ethan took in the unfamiliar sight of so many cars in front of our property. I’d gotten the all-clear to come and go there, since it wasn’t considered part of the crime scene. “We can ask them for anything we need from your room.”

He nodded. I let him step out first and then asked Guidry in a low voice, “So we’re okay on my sister?”

Adam was awarded sole custody of Ethan when he was two years old, but Nicky’s rights were never fully terminated. The arrangement was put to Nicky as a compromise, but Adam’s own lawyers had told him that a judge was unlikely to extinguish her parental rights, even with the evidence he had. Then, after we got married, we wrote a will that named me as Ethan’s guardian in the event of Adam’s death. But the lawyer had warned us that the provision wouldn’t be binding in a family court. If Nicky sought custody, the judge would have to look at Ethan’s best interests to determine who would finish raising him. On the one hand, I’d been with him nearly every day since he was four years old, and Adam obviously wanted him to stay with me. On the other, Nicky was his biological mother and wasn’t quite the train wreck she’d been fourteen years before, at least not on paper.

I was still trying to process the reality that my husband was dead, and was already wondering if I’d have to wage a legal battle to keep Ethan.

Guidry nodded. “I’ll wait until the end of the day.”

“Thank you.” I was about to get out of the car when I stopped. “Hey, is there a way to confirm that Nicky was actually in Cleveland last night? You know, before you involve her in all this?”

“Wow, that’s quite a loaded question, Mrs. Taylor.”

“Can you please call me Chloe? Every time you say Mrs. Taylor, I wonder who you’re talking to.”

“Of course. Chloe it is. Do you really think your sister might be responsible for your husband’s death, Chloe?”

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