“Oh, this is going to be SO good,” Craig said. “So motherfucking good.”
Rebecca sat on the kitchen counter and smiled at her burly, tattooed brother. This was the perfect plan and the perfect way to ask Ian, her soon-to-be ex-husband, for a divorce.
Just yesterday, Rebecca had spilled her guts to her brother. After holding it in for a decade, she told him about the hell she’d lived in for the past ten years, since she'd gotten married at age nineteen. She talked about the affairs she’d endured, Ian’s constant verbal abuse, his horrible money mismanagement, and so on. The one thing she held back from her brother Craig was the fact that Ian had hit her last month. Craig already despised the guy; if he heard about that, Craig would probably butcher Ian with a kitchen knife.
Rebecca smiled at her brother as he stirred the pot of “dinner.” …show more content…
I haven’t thanked you enough for this, for sticking by me.”
Craig waved her off. “Please, I’ve always thought the guy was a twat. I’m glad to see you rid of him. You deserve so much better.”
The sound of tires on gravel drifted into the house. Ian was home, and Craig rushed off into the den. Rebecca took a steadying breath as her husband sauntered into the kitchen. He smelled like cheap perfume and had made no effort to hide it. That steeled Rebecca’s resolve.
“Dinner smells pretty good,” Ian said, taking a seat and digging into the food. After two bites, his eyes watered and he coughed. “What the fuck is this, Bec? It’s awful.”
She feigned ignorance. “Oh? Sorry about that. Here.” She slid the corpse-flower card across the table. “Maybe this will explain.”
His mouth dropped open as he read the words. “What the –”
Craig was already in the kitchen. “I think it’s crystal clear, asshole,” Rebecca’s brother said, cracking his knuckles. “Get the fuck out.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Ian said, trying to sound tough, but his voice trembled. That was Ian, all talk and no action. “This is my damn house. YOU get
Rebecca sat on the kitchen counter and smiled at her burly, tattooed brother. This was the perfect plan and the perfect way to ask Ian, her soon-to-be ex-husband, for a divorce.
Just yesterday, Rebecca had spilled her guts to her brother. After holding it in for a decade, she told him about the hell she’d lived in for the past ten years, since she'd gotten married at age nineteen. She talked about the affairs she’d endured, Ian’s constant verbal abuse, his horrible money mismanagement, and so on. The one thing she held back from her brother Craig was the fact that Ian had hit her last month. Craig already despised the guy; if he heard about that, Craig would probably butcher Ian with a kitchen knife.
Rebecca smiled at her brother as he stirred the pot of “dinner.” …show more content…
I haven’t thanked you enough for this, for sticking by me.”
Craig waved her off. “Please, I’ve always thought the guy was a twat. I’m glad to see you rid of him. You deserve so much better.”
The sound of tires on gravel drifted into the house. Ian was home, and Craig rushed off into the den. Rebecca took a steadying breath as her husband sauntered into the kitchen. He smelled like cheap perfume and had made no effort to hide it. That steeled Rebecca’s resolve.
“Dinner smells pretty good,” Ian said, taking a seat and digging into the food. After two bites, his eyes watered and he coughed. “What the fuck is this, Bec? It’s awful.”
She feigned ignorance. “Oh? Sorry about that. Here.” She slid the corpse-flower card across the table. “Maybe this will explain.”
His mouth dropped open as he read the words. “What the –”
Craig was already in the kitchen. “I think it’s crystal clear, asshole,” Rebecca’s brother said, cracking his knuckles. “Get the fuck out.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Ian said, trying to sound tough, but his voice trembled. That was Ian, all talk and no action. “This is my damn house. YOU get