Page 113 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
I set my phone down and finish blending with a fingertip. The concealer stains my phone screen when another message buzzes.
Lucky:
You could do better than him.
Dollancie:
You don’t know what he did.
Lucky:
It was bad enough for it to be over.
Dollancie:
How do you know it wasn’t me?
Taking my phone with me, I head into the reading room, checking on Bubbles on my way.
She’s still exploring the vast yard, growling at and rolling in the weeds. My heart bursts a little.
The joy she gives me stays on my face as I enter the reading room. All my stuff—literally everything that means something to me—lays around the chaise where Duggan sits, and after checking behind the curtains for anything that shouldn’t be there, I sit at his side.
Lucky:
It wasn’t.
You’re too sweet.
Dollancie:
You’re right, it wasn’t.
He cheated.
He hurt me by doing it.
And then hurt me again for finding out.
New subject.
Lucky:
I guess it’s hard to talk about.
Dollancie:
Sorry. That was kinda blunt.
It is hard to talk about. To think about. We’d had arguments before. Bad ones. But he’d never hit me until now.
Lucky:
We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.
Just keep in mind that if you let him back in, it could happen again. Don’t be with a man like that. They don’t deserve second chances. And it’s pointless giving one because weak guys can’t offer you anything anyway.
Other guys will worship you.
