Wait…Why Did Everyone I Love Suddenly Call Me a Bitch?! novel Chapter 15

Chapter 7

Later? The tabloids lost their minds.

Piper slapped Grayson. Over and over. Right in front of everyone.

His face got all swollen and red, but he just stood there. Didn’t say shit.

“Grayson! You’re fucking useless!”

“You let her near Everett!”

Grayson’s voice came out quiet. Totally broken.

“I’m sorry…”

“I’ll ruin her. I’ll show Everett she’s trash.”

The headlines were brutal:

#Grayson Hartwell Chose His Mistress Over His Wife-and the Internet Is LOSING IT

Piper didn’t waste time either.

She got Dad and my stepmother to storm over to my place.

Dad raised his hand to hit me.

I didn’t move. Just looked at him. “Cameras all over this place. Nowhere to hide.”

“You touch me? I’m calling the cops.”

“And then everyone gets to know you beat your own kid to protect some homewrecker who fucked her brother-in-law.”

“That what you want?”

and dropped. But his eyes? Pure hate.

Say you’re sorry. Go back to Grayson and work it out.”

Or I’m gonna dig up your mom and pay someone to fuck with her grave so bad she never gets any peace.”

He knew.

Mom’s my weakness. Just like I was hers.

But what he didn’t know? I’d already moved her to a hidden spot-a place with good energy, somewhere peaceful.

The grave he’s threatening? Empty.

I looked him dead in the eye. “You won’t.”

“You touch that grave? Everyone’s gonna call you a monster. Ungrateful asshole.”

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He whipped out his phone right there. Called the cemetery.

“Yeah, dig up my wife. Now.”

My stepmom put on this whole act, but her eyes were lit up-she was loving it.

“Babe, don’t… Sloane’s gonna hate you…”

Dad’s face twisted.

“I don’t got a daughter this fucked up.”

I turned around and sent the whole thing to the press. Anonymous tip.

That night, social media exploded:

#Man Lets Mistress Kill His Wife, Raises Homewrecker Daughter, Now Wants to Dig Up Dead Wife’s Grave-HOW IS THIS REAL

#Trash parents. Trash kids. Shocking absolutely no one.

At the same time, I got served. Grayson was suing me for “intentional harm.”

I met with Everett.

“Trial’s in like two days. You can still bail.”

“You already helped when it mattered. That’s enough.”

But Everett shook his head. Looked me dead in the eye.

“You know how I feel. I’m in.”

I pushed more evidence across the table.

His face just dropped.

“She… fuck, no…”

Then he looked at me. Got it.

“Wait. So THAT’S why you’re blowing this whole thing up.”

Yeah.

I’ve spent too many years taking the blame for other people’s crap.

I’m done.

In court, Grayson laid out his so-called evidence, accusing me of stealing company secrets and trying to kill his mom.

He gave me one last “out”:

“Sloane, don’t divorce me. And stay the hell away from Everett Cross. Do that? I’ll drop everything.”

Everett and I looked at each other. He stood up.

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