are you a serial cheater, but you had a child out of wedlock with one of your whores. A child who tried to murder my son. You won’t have a dime to your name by the time I’m done with you.”
“The son you have always resented,” Ayden reminded her.
“That’s irrelevant; besides—you can’t prove it. I’ve got you by the balls, Ayden; you’re not going anywhere.”
“Don’t forget that I have hundreds of pictures of you with your various boyfriends over the years. I even have pictures from the first year we were married. Remember your old high school boyfriend? You had a hard time letting go of him. I think you would even have married him if he weren’t broke.”
“You leave him out of this!”
“You won’t get a cent from me.”
“Let’s not forget about May, the woman who took a dive off a hill the night we renewed our wedding vows. Or the psychotic love-child the two of you had,” Julia reminded him.
“I had sex with May after I found out about your tryst with your high school sweetheart. We’ll let our lawyers debate the rest.”
“You’re not leaving; I won’t give you a divorce!” She folded her arms across her chest with a look of pure determination.
“I’ve already filed the paperwork. It’s going to be the fastest divorce in history.” Ayden zipped up his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. “I even have all the documentation for your numerous abortions. As well as the boyfriends you took with you to the procedures.”
Julia felt her rage begin to bubble inside of her. She realized he was right—they’d both repeatedly committed adultery. Neither of them had ever been faithful. She had been with one of her lovers when she found out what happened to Julian. Julia kept a gun in her purse for protection since her current lover lived in an unsafe area. Right now, she was more thankful for that gun than anything else.
With a quick, steady hand, Julia withdrew the small handgun from her purse.
“Do you honestly think that I would let you divorce me and take away all of my money? I’d kill you before I let that happen,” she threatened.
“Be reasonable, Julia; you’ll never get away with it.”
“Your untimely death sounds more than reasonable to me. I’ll bury your body in the backyard and then collect my money. The police will assume it’s connected to Gavin—your murderous, bastard son,” she sneered.
“Put down the gun,” he demanded, but she held the gun firmly in her hand.
“I want to shoot you so badly,” she admitted, itching to pull the trigger. “How could you do this to me? You’ve humiliated me in front of everyone! All of my friends are laughing at me. Do you have any idea what’s it’s like to know that your husband’s bastard child with an unstable woman grew up to be a homicidal maniac? I will never forgive you for what you’ve done to me! You have destroyed me!”
“You? What about Julian? Don’t you even care that your son was almost murdered tonight?” he raged, despite the fact that she had a loaded gun pointed at him.
“Why should I waste my time worrying about Julian when he’s never worried about me?” she asked childishly, and Ayden frowned. “Besides, Julian is fine, he’s not dead. He doesn’t care what people think of him. He doesn’t care about anything or anyone and especially not me—he never has.”
“I wonder why that is?” Ayden sneered, knowing that he and his wife were the cause of Julian’s self-destructive behavior over the years. If only he hadn’t been too blind to see it.
“Because he is a selfish, evil prick who cares for nothing but himself—just like his father. There is too much of you in him. Maybe what happened to Julian will teach him that he isn’t invincible; he can learn from this. I, on the other hand, could never benefit from this horror; I am the true victim here. I will never recover from the