Page 33 of His Vengeful Tradwife

The kids were having a sleepover with my parents and I settled in for a glass of champagne, some chocolates, and my favorite entertainment--listening to Maverick and Amanda in the room directly next to mine.

They weren't having sex.

Nothing soboringas that.

I perused the room service menu in a leisurely manner as I listened to the two of them fight.

"I wish I'd never fucking met you!" Amanda screeched. “Your wife has ruined my entirelife. I can’t even show my face around work anymore because everyone knows I’m going to get fucking fired.”

I sighed contently and snuggled deeper into my chair. Some sushi might hit the spot for an evening snack.

"Fucking you was the worst mistake ofmylife!" Maverick snapped. "I can't believe I threw my whole life away over some mediocre boring sex!"

Hmm, spicy tuna roll sounded good. Or maybe sashimi?

"Yourlife? What about me?" Amanda raged. "I was on track to be the youngest partner in the firm's history. Now I'm trying to find another job and no one will touch me!”

Actually, I was a simple girl. Twelve avocado rolls paired best with the sweet sound of Maverick and his mistress's bitter hatred of each other.

I ordered over the phone as they discussed strategies to salvage their careers.

"I've already told Mr. Perez that I want to get back with Tallulah," Maverick said. "He was unimpressed. So don't bother trying that."

Amanda's screech was positively pterodactyl. "I'm so glad I set my career on fucking fire so you could sit around moping that your wife won't talk to you."

"Anyone would be sorry to lose Tallulah," Maverick said. "Whereas I can barely even remember your fucking face and I'm literally fucking looking at it."

“I did everything I thought you’d want in bed!” she wailed. “And now you’re fuckingbored? What the fuck else could I have done?’

“You’re not Tallulah,” my asshole ex-husband replied coldly.

By the time my snack came Maverick was noisily settling down to sleep on the couch and Amanda was sobbing loudly.

"Quit fucking complaining," Maverick said, but Amanda only sobbed louder.

"I can't believe I have to spend the rest of the trip stuck in a room with you," she cried.

"I told you not to mess with my wife,” he warned. "She's smarter than you and you'll be sorry."

I popped the first avocado roll into my mouth.

So good

The next morning, I had breakfast with the kids, not bothering to tell Maverick when we were eating, and he only came up as we were leaving.

"Tell me next time so I can eat with you," he said unhappily.

"Oh, don't worry, you can have time with them now," I said serenely. "Can you take them to do some crafts?"

"I don'tjustwant time with them," he growled. "I want time with you, too."

"Bye now," I caroled.

He looked like shit, big dark circles under his eyes, his dark hair looking wild and messy.

Good.

Now that I was temporarily at leisure, I put on a white bikini and went to the upper deck. The sun was shining, the sea was a sparkling blue, and I had barely picked up my first fruity mixed drink when I noticed four guys in the beach volleyball pit looking at me. I pretended not to notice.

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