Christine was shocked. “No way?”
I sighed. “Yup, that’s the scoop.”
Wondering when I’d finally get that jerk to sign the divorce papers was like
guessing when it would rain in a drought.
Christine tried to cheer me up when she saw I was down in the dumps. “Don’t
sweat it. You know, when it comes to divorce, if one person’s dead set on it,
it’s inevitable. And hey, you’ve sorted everything out, just missing that piece of
paper. You might as well consider yourself free.”
I smiled, chit-chatting before changing the subject, “What about you? Hasn’t
Steven popped over here looking for you?”
I still owed Steven a dinner for helping me move. He remembered where I
lived. A quick chat with Bryant would clear that up, even if he didn’t.
Christine’s mood dipped, her voice soft, “No, he wouldn’t dare show up here.”
I asked, “Why not?”
Christine looked at me. “He’s terrified of Bryant.”
Later on, neither of us felt like cooking. Christine’s culinary skills were a
disaster, so we just ordered takeout. As we were eating and talking, Christine
kept glancing at her phone.
Suddenly, she looked shocked. “Oh my God, Teresa and Margaret made
quite the scene at the town hall!”
“What?” I was puzzled, but Christine handed me her phone.
Footage from the town hall taken by bystanders had gone viral online. Behind
today’s drama, it seemed like some significant power was stirring the pot. The
Ferguson Group was trying to keep things cool and to no avail. It was blowing
up on social media. Like mushrooms after the rain, you pulled one out, and
another popped up.
No one had dared to butt heads with the Ferguson Group in RiverCity before.
The internet was a wildfire of comments.
[Wow, elite drama! So, the stepdaughter was a whore?]
[Talk about messy. Margaret hooks up with her stepfather and his son, and
Albert screws with his wife and her daughter. What an eye-opener!]
[Seriously, what’s wrong with her? Having a national heartthrob like Bryant,
and she goes for his dad? Gross.]
[Bryant is married, remember? Maybe Bryant wasn’t into her? She might just
be looking for anyone to scratch that itch.]
[This mother and daughter, taught by the best, huh? From one homewrecker
to another.]
[Man, I felt sorry for Margaret’s mom, and now this? It’s hard to know who to
side with.]
…
Christine was astonished. “You’ve got guts, watching all this unfold and not
worrying about getting dragged into it.”
“It’s too good to miss.” I took a bite of the soggy fries., “You have no idea how
long I’ve waited for this day.”
With Christine, I never felt the need to hide my true feelings.
She smirked, “If they dare lay a finger on you, they’ll have me to deal with.”
“Don’t worry, I’m untouched.” I even managed to slap Margaret and came out
on top.