Page 76 of Mistletoe Missus
“I was simply talking about your heart, dear,” Cyprus said with a fake pout. “My son can be a real heartbreaker when he wants to be.”
“I don’t believe you,” I hissed at him and pulled at my hand again, but this time, Cyprus released me. “Mitt cares about me because I’m his wife. He’d do nothing to hurt me.”
“You wanted the truth, and I’m trying to give it to you...” his voice trailed off as something grabbed his attention over my shoulder.
I spun around.
Trees lined my view until I saw the man I knew, the man I loved, as my heart beat wildly in my chest for him. He was here. He must’ve found out about me meeting with his father and had come to stop me because he cared. Mitt was ready to confess his love for me.
I smiled, ready to throw up my arms and call Mitt over, but someone else stopped me. My grin disappeared as I watched a woman come into view, holding Mitt’s hand while they strolled through the park. An innocent and romantic gesture we never did together because we were always at odds.
My heart broke and shattered into a million pieces as I saw her laugh while Mitt pulled her into his arms. He embraced her and caressed her face like he used to do with me. They stared into one another’s eyes, and I wished he’d see me. I wanted him to see the anguish in my eyes and experience the pain he had dealt to me in a matter of five seconds.
“Oh, gosh, Tinsley. I’m sorry. I didn’t know Mitt would be here,” Cyprus said from behind me.
“Save the pity, Mr. Morgan,” I snapped.
Cyprus asked, “Do you believe me now?”
Tears bit at my eyes and I whispered, “Yes.”
Mitt was cheating on me. His father was telling me the truth this whole time, and my husband couldn’t be honest with me. He had found a replacement, someone he wanted to be with, and would do as she was told. Not a sassy, unruly wife like me.
I was all alone.
Heartbreak turned to rage as I left Cyprus behind and walked straight toward Mitt. No matter how devastated I was, plans had certainly changed, and I was ready to deliver the final blow. I was over Mitt Morgan, finished with all his manipulating mind games.
Purposely, I stomped my heels on the salted concrete once I found the path, and my eyes blazed like a red raging bull. My nostril flared as angry tears of pain trailed down my face. I couldn’t stop the wetness, and I wouldn’t bother because Mitt had earned to see the damage he had done. I was over all the lies, deceit, and betrayal.
Mitt must’ve heard the blizzard brewing nearby and dropped his hand from his new lover’s face. They still kept their fingers intertwined together as I drew near, and he turned around with an unreadable expression on his damn face. He didn’t even have the decency to release her once he saw I knew the real truth.
Mitt was a goddamn two-timing coward.
The other woman simply stared at me with bewilderment, and Mitt whispered something in her ear. He probably had lies for her, like he had for me. So, I didn’t waste time with introductions and cut straight to the bullshit.
“Were you ever going to tell me about this?” I glared with bitterness and pointed at his mistress. “Abouther?”
“Nope,” Mitt answered, uncaringly, and popped theP.
I wanted to snap his neck.
“How long have you two been seeing each other?” I asked through angry tears.
Mitt ignored me.
“How long?” I shouted and stepped closer to him.
“Remember when we fucked in the car you bought withmymoney?” Mitt replied with a single blink and as cold as he could ever be. “That’s how long.”
Mitt knocked the wind out of me, and I was faint. I wobbled on two feet until I caught my balance while my husband only stared at me. He not only broke my heart and shattered the organ into a million pieces. He took all those bleeding pieces and stomped on them, squishing them until there was nothing left.
Slowly, I ambled up to Mitt, completely ignoring the bitch attached to his fucking arm, and smacked the divorce papers against his chest. I searched his face for one ounce of remorse for all he had done to me, but there was nothing. He was a heartless, dark son of a bitch who was as evil as his father.
I grabbed the pen from my pocket and clicked it open. “You want a divorce, Mitt Morgan, you got it.”
I signed the papers.
My head was in a haze after I wrote my last signature, and the deal was done. I pushed off Mitt, and he grunted as the force I dealt him pushed him backward a step back while he held the papers against his chest. Heaven fucking forbid he let them fall. We would have to do this all over again if they went into the wet snow. I’d have to deal with the anguished embarrassment a second time and deal with the reality that my husband had left me for another woman.
