Page 46 of Mistletoe Missus
I took the iced cappuccino I never wanted and tossed the cold beverage into his face. Hightailing my ass out of there without turning back and not regretting my decision. Until I was back in the limousine and Albert informed me my husband had called him. I had missed my chance at freedom, but at least I got some revenge.
Mitt knew.
My husband was aware of my whereabouts, but he never showed up. I figured he’d come barreling in and there’d bea heated confrontation with testosterone running rampant. My husband would show his dominance and power he held over me while Beau would fight back—a battle until the finish with me as the winning prize. The clash of two envious men never happened, and I had won nothing but frustration at myself for even meeting with my ex after Mitt forced me into such a mess. I’d never do something ridiculous again, but the opportunity had landed in my lap, and I had to try. I had to make another attempt at forcing Mitt’s hand and getting to him.
I knew I’d have to deal with my grumpy husband’s wrath. Armed, locked, and loaded. I was prepared to go down in a fight, but the argument of my whereabouts that evening never came.
Everything had cooled down since Mitt found out I had been with my ex, and I wondered if the idea of me being with someone else even bothered him. To my knowledge, he had never shown up to stop my poor decision, and he let it happen. Maybe my body was all he wanted after he had ravished my pussy, and I had willingly let him. But none of this made sense since he always made his intention clear—he owns me and nobody else would.
“So, you’re telling me Mittletyou go meet with Beau and hasn’t talked to you about it since?” Holly questioned me a few days later after the event and scratched her head in confusion. “He’s just giving you the cold shoulder?”
“Yep,” I replied with a pop of theP. I couldn’t believe the situation myself.
“Well, you might have to bring the heat because your hubby sounds like a hard man to crack.” Holly sighed as she paced the floor in front of me, and her short brown hair bounced with each step.
Holly had let herself in with the extra key Mitt had promised me, and it was time to plan our next steps. We had to go over thelatest developments to plot our next scheme. All systems were go for the operation to get Mr. Mitt Morgan to divorce me.
“What do you suggest?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
Holly stopped pacing and sat down beside me on the lavish sofa. “You need to hit him hard where it’s going to hurt.”
“Kick Mitt in the nuts?” I questioned with a curt nod. “I can do that.”
Holly laughed. “No.”
“Then I’m not following.” I shrugged.
“Go after what he loves the most, and that’s—”
“Money,” I added as a light bulb flashed in my head.
“Bingo,” Holly snapped her fingers.
“I need to spend as much as I can in a short amount of time to raise alarm bells. But how?”
“It’s simple, really. Go to the bank he deals with and pack a punch by taking a huge amount out from his company. Next, spend the money on a high-priced purchase. Morgan’s Law & Associates won’t know what hit them until it’s all gone.”
The plan was genius. This would get my husband’s attention and surely force his hand to sign the divorce papers. An out-of-control wife spending his business’s money would be a hard hit to take. The Morgan namesake couldn’t afford it. There was no way.
“How much should I withdraw?” I pondered as I grinned excitedly and tapped a finger against my chin.
“As much as your heart desires.” Holly smirked.
The next logical step was in place, but I was afraid it might not work. I was desperate enough to meet with my jerk of an ex and ditch Mitt for dinner. I’d been fully prepared for him to come after me like an enraged bull, ready to strike, and he never did. The silence since had made me get icy feet, and I could go for an unwanted slip.
I shrugged, losing sight of the end game. “I don’t know if it will work. Especially after everything that happened with Beau. Mitt didn’t even blink an eye.”
“You won’t know unless you try,” Holly said as she peered down at her cell phone and went to a new Google search. “Let’s see what damage you can do to Mitt. Shall we?”
I clapped my hands. “Okay!”
We huddled close together as we giggled, and soon the excitement fell short. The enthusiasm turned into anger as a news article popped up with a headline I never thought I’d see. An unexpected breaking news story that had nothing to do with me.
Beau Kingston, a father and husband-to-be.
The scumbag got his secretary knocked up and even proposed to her!
Beau had some nerve. Only days ago, he wanted me back and had been texting me since. He was relentless in his mission to win me back, and all the while, he’s been expecting a baby with the woman he cheated on me with. Now, he gave her a big diamond ring with a promise of forever, but it’d serve the bitch right if he did her dirty the same way he did to me.
