I am okay because soon this mess will be over. He will be out of my life forever, and to think I wanted to have children with this asshole. Thank fuck that never happened.
“Come on. Let’s go inside and have a glass of wine and listen to the ocean,” Kai says, and I can’t help but smile.
That sounds amazing.
He pulls me into his side as we walk up to the house, kissing my temple. He doesn’t say anything more. He doesn’t need to. I feel completely safe with him, safe to share more of what’s happening.
“So I got an email,” I start, still knowing I need to look into it more, but interested in his opinion. “It was supposedly from Allie Foster, who hosts the podcast Tell Me No Lies.”
“Oh really? Daisy listens to it while she’s baking sometimes,” he says, just as intrigued as I am. “What did the email say?”
“I just saw the title of the email and scanned it quickly. I have to look into it more.”
“Well, then let’s grab some wine and have a look.”
He meets me on the back porch. The sky is dark, dotted with stars, and the sound of the waves lapping at the shore is far more soothing than anything I’ve ever heard.
Handing me a glass of wine, he sits down next to me, and I pull out my phone. As soon as I do, I’m hit with a million messages.
The first one I see is from Isla, and I laugh out loud, flashing the screen to Kai.
* * *
Isla: That asshole got what he deserved. About damn time.
* * *
Attached is an article about Sean’s arrest. The gossip sites don’t waste any time, sharing some really unflattering pictures, headlines and videos. But what I can’t stop myself from doing is reading the comments.
“He’s always been an asshole.”
“He’s still hot. I’d fuck him.”
“His wife is a gold digger.”
And under that comment are a bunch more either agreeing with it or defending me. Acting like they know Sean or me personally, claiming all kinds of shit that is far from true, but this is what fuels the gossip sites.
But the one that gets me says, “She’s going to make millions off him for doing nothing.”
My life with him was far from nothing. I have no idea how long it will take me to get over the emotional abuse I endured, but I will be talking about it.
Loud and unashamed.
“Here’s the email,” I say to Kai, reading it out loud.
“Hey Quinn. I’m Allie Foster with the number one podcast, Tell Me No Lies. I’d love to interview you regarding your split from Sean English of The Provocation. There are a lot of rumors swirling out there, but your side of the story is what’s important not only to me but to women all over the world.
Normally, my assistant handles all the podcast bookings and emails, but I wanted to reach out to you directly. Let me know if you’re interested in setting something up. We can even do a virtual face-to-face meet beforehand, so you know this isn’t a scam. LOL
You would be compensated for your time and your interview.
Best, Allie.”
I look over at Kai, my brows raised in anticipation of what his thoughts are, and he nods slowly and contemplatively.
“This would give you a chance to share everything,” he says. “And make some money on your terms.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking too.”