Chapter 8
Turns out, I had a knack for this.
A few minutes later, Anita called–full–blown meltdown mode.
A cold, emotionless recording couldn’t capture Deke’s desperate expressions, but that didn’t matter. She believed it. And those cracks between them? Only getting wider.
I didn’t bother answering. Just blocked her.
With no way to vent at me, she’d take it all out on Deke.
Those two were in for a war.
Sure enough, two days later, word got around–Deke got his head bashed in.
He called, voice shaking like he was about to cry. “Babe, I’m hurt. Can you come to the hospital and see me?”
I hung up.
Lately, Deke and Anita–these two lunatics–had been calling nonstop, even switching numbers when I blocked them. At this rate, I’d blacklisted at least twenty numbers.
Then, Cassandra called.
I hesitated, then picked up.
Cassandra sighed, laying on the helpless act. “Zoey, Deke knows he was wrong. He and Anita are cooling off right now. Once they finalize everything, I still fully support you two being together.”
I stayed silent, waiting to see where this was going.
She took my silence as interest and continued. “You and Deke have been together for three years. It hasn’t been easy. As compensation, we’ll put your name on the house deed when we buy a place. How about that?”
Deke and Cassandra really thought they had this all figured out.
They’d been scheming for my savings this whole time, and now they expected me to be grateful for a name on a piece of paper?
What a joke.
