As I sit beside my wife and pull her into my arms, I recall my final words to Sophie before I hung up and walked away from the cubicle. “You are, and forever will be my greatest regret.” I hiss into the phone while glaring at her hatefully through the glass. “You have nothing left, Sophie. Good luck finding the funds or the help to see your threats through. The rights your father tricked you into signing over to him are now mine. That business you worked so hard to build is no more. It’s crashed and burned just like your pathetic life. Your own parents, your brother, who are biologically wired to love you, have disowned you. You’re going to rot in here all by yourself just as you deserve.”
“You did this to me!” She shouts irately down the phone. “You ruined my life! You and that whore of yours!”
I laugh, amused, “You did this to yourself. Thank fuck I fell in love with Shayla and got a taste of what true love should feel like.”
“You loved me first, and if it weren’t for that tramp, you’d still be in love with me!”
“The fuck I did.” I roll my eyes in disgust. “What the fuck do you know about love? You tried to kill me, you fucking lunatic! I never loved you, not really. What I thought was love for you fails in comparison to what I feel for Shay. Even after we got back together, every time I had sex with you, I was thinking of Shayla. In my mind, it was her, in my heart, it's always been her, and it always will be. Feast on that, you deranged trollop. I hope you burn in the deepest core of hell.” I chastise and slam the phone down before I get up and walk away.
I blink when I hear a roar of laughter in the room and look down at Shayla grinning at something Aimee says. I press my lips to her head and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with her scent.
She’s my everything.