Page 62 of Absolutely Pucked
I hesitated, then hit the Answer button without looking at the screen because what the fuck else was Igoing to do? If I ignored either one of them, they’d just make my life harder.
“Yes?”
“Is that any way to greet your wife?” I hadn’t heard Delia’s voice in so long. I didn’t miss it. All of our fond memories, all the moments I thought I’d been happy with her, had been a lie.
“You mean the wife who’s trying to ruin my life, divorce me, and is fucking my boss?”
“Killian—”
“What do you want? I’m not in the mood.”
“I take it your brother told you to shove your apology up your ass?” she said with a smirk.
I sighed. “What. Do. You. Want.”
“I just wanted to give you a heads-up that I’m adding another financial obligation to our next mediation.”
I didn’t even know another one had been set, but I almost laughed because what kind of money did she think I was going to have after all this?
“Child support,” she said after a long pause.
I burst into laughter. She was so transparent. “It’s not mine.”
“You’re my husband.”
“Yes, and that spawn is either Daniel’s or whoever else you convinced to come inside you without a condom. It’s not mine. We haven’t had sex in eight months.”
She was quiet for a long beat. “We’ll see what a judge says.”
“We’ll see what a DNA test says.”
She coughed. “Oh, you think I’d consent to that? I will make you so fucking sorry?—”
“You already have. You’ve made me sorry for so much, Delia. Why are you…” I trailed off, hit like lightning by the realization of why she was pinning her affair baby on me. I burst into laughter, doubling over. “You know, don’t you? He was trying to hide it, but you know.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do.” I felt a grin spreading across my face. Whatever feeling was bubbling up in my chest, it wasn’t joy. Maybe it was the sense of poetic justice? “You know he’s not leaving her.”
“Fuck you, Killian. You have no idea what’s going on with us right now, and if you think for a second you’ll get away without taking responsibility for all this?—”
“Oh, I already have. I’m getting rid of you, I’m getting rid of any obligation I had toward you, I’m going to be able to get a pass on alimony because I don’t have a job—thanks to you, by the way— and no judge will make me pay for a child that isn’t mine. I’m not even angry anymore, Delia. You made this whole thing so easy.”
She was dead silent, and my grin widened.
“Anyway, have fun with the man who will never leave his wife for you. Have fun with the baby he won’t acknowledge—that she’ll probably make him disown.”
“I’m going to tell your parents that you’re abandoning this child.”
“Go for it. I’m a grown adult, Delia. I don’t give a shit what they think. They haven’t done anything forme ever in my life. And come for my finances all you want. I’m working as a stocker in a grocery store.”
She burst into laughter. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
I waited until her giggles settled down before I answered her.
“I wasn’t the one who gave a shit about being rich. That was you. You took all my cash, locked my savings, have been racking up credit card debt since I left, and have stolen the one asset that might have been worth something. What do you think a judge is going to say when we finally stand in front of one? I mean, there’s a mountain of evidence, Del. If you don’t think I won’t drag your name the moment we’re in a courtroom, you were clearly too busy with Daniel’s balls in your mouth to think straight.”
“You fucking listen to me?—”
