Stephanie
This is f*****g ridiculous. I shouldn’t even be in custody. I only gave him a flesh wound so he could feel the pain I’ve felt for the last five years. He f*****g abandoned our daughter and me. I don’t care if Misty isn’t really his, she was born while we were married, so she’s his.
Huffing, I stop pacing the little cell I’m in and grimace at the white jumpsuit they put me in. I miss the soft fabrics of my designer shirts and slacks. Lying down and closing my eyes from the headache I can feel coming, I think about the good times when Derek and I first started seeing each other behind Amanda’s back.
He wouldn’t give me the time of day at first. I always wore tight skirts and tighter blouses in my sky-high heels. I knew my legs looked good. They were my best features.
