“Smart girl.” Patricia smiled and stood. “I told Scott that if he wanted another chance with me, I needed weekends to see if we could fix things. Sending you away was his idea, though,” she shrugged. “He’s always been good at finding… creative solutions.”
I laughed, a hollow sound. “That’s interesting because Scott told me something very different.” I pulled out my phone and hit play on a recording from last week.
Scott’s voice filled the room: “I love you, Marilyn. Patricia is just being her typical self. Selfish and petty. I’m only doing this until Ben’s a bit older and can understand things better. Things will go back to normal soon for us, and then, we can think about having our own children. You’re the love of my life.”
Patricia’s lips twisted when I put my phone down. Suddenly, she bent, grabbed her slipper, and threw it at Scott. “You lying piece of garbage! All this time, you’ve been playing both sides? You’re pathetic!”
He ducked, and the slipper hit a porcelain decoration on our mantelpiece, toppling it over and making it shatter on my floor. I didn’t care. It was an ugly thing his mother had given me.
But then, Patricia moved, taking her purse before pushing me away from the front door and exiting my house.
“Feel free to keep my pajamas. I know you can’t afford them!” I yelled, aiming for maximum pettiness.
She froze for a second but kept walking without a backward glance. Once she was out of sight, I walked upstairs to our bedroom with Scott following and pleading desperately behind me.
Ignoring him, I went to his closet, grabbed his precious polo shirts, and threw them out the window.
“What are you doing?!” he shouted.
