Divorce Day, the MC President Took My Hand
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I catch my husband in bed with the live-in housekeeper.
He shoves her behind him. "She's only twenty. Barely out on her own, doesn't know any better. Can't you be the bigger person here?"
His mother points a finger in my face. "You're an orphan. If we hadn't taken you in, you'd still be out on the street begging."
"Be smart about this. Make room for Kaylee, so we can all live under one roof in peace."
They've both forgotten that back then he couldn't even make rent, and I worked three jobs to build his company for him.
Forgotten the year his company was going under, when I ran to three different banks across the city in a downpour chasing investors, passed out in the street, and lost the baby.
Four whole years of them looking down on me after that.
I say I want a divorce.
Preston just laughs at me. "You're a housewife. Walk out that door and you'll starve on the sidewalk by tomorrow."
I drag my suitcase onto the overnight bus and go home to a place I haven't set foot in for ten years.
It's the middle of the night when I get there. The streets are empty. Three men reeking of liquor block my way.
That hand is about to touch my face when a Harley roars up and stops right beside me.
The muscled guy on it has a cigarette in his mouth. He looks me over. "Need a hand?"
He shoves her behind him. "She's only twenty. Barely out on her own, doesn't know any better. Can't you be the bigger person here?"
His mother points a finger in my face. "You're an orphan. If we hadn't taken you in, you'd still be out on the street begging."
"Be smart about this. Make room for Kaylee, so we can all live under one roof in peace."
They've both forgotten that back then he couldn't even make rent, and I worked three jobs to build his company for him.
Forgotten the year his company was going under, when I ran to three different banks across the city in a downpour chasing investors, passed out in the street, and lost the baby.
Four whole years of them looking down on me after that.
I say I want a divorce.
Preston just laughs at me. "You're a housewife. Walk out that door and you'll starve on the sidewalk by tomorrow."
I drag my suitcase onto the overnight bus and go home to a place I haven't set foot in for ten years.
It's the middle of the night when I get there. The streets are empty. Three men reeking of liquor block my way.
That hand is about to touch my face when a Harley roars up and stops right beside me.
The muscled guy on it has a cigarette in his mouth. He looks me over. "Need a hand?"


















































