Chapter 58. Fuck Me, Doctor

Maddox had the audacity to sit there and tell me the infection burning and itching between my legs, the thick yellowish discharge was just some “toilet infection.”

A toilet infection.

As if I’m some kind of fool. As if I didn’t walk into our bedroom two weeks before the wedding and catch him balls-deep in Tovia—my childhood best friend, the same Tovia whose mother and mine were pregnant at the same time, who grew up sleeping over at my house, braiding each other’s hair, sharing secrets.

I stood in that doorway—frozen, with my shopping bags still in my hands and watched her fake ass red nails dig into his back, throw her head back while she moaned my own fiancé’s name like she had any right.

Eight whole years I gave that man. Eight years of cooking, cleaning, planning a future, saving for our wedding. And he had the guts to say he was drunk, that he didn’t mean it, that he “didn’t even know it was her.” Lies on top of lies. Today was supposed to be the day I w