"Yep! That frumpy little wife and her kid spent five whole years suffering through poverty with him, and they never even knew. Honestly, I feel sorry for them!"
Her plump cheeks twitched as she pouted in displeasure.
"But even so, he still won't leave his ugly duckling wife. I have no idea what he's thinking."
My voice came out dry and cracked. "Why? Why would he use a fake certificate to deceive her?"
"Well, right when they were about to get married, he and I happened to be, you know..." She waved her hand suggestively. "He was chasing me hard. I got angry and threw a fit, threatened to kill myself. To calm me down, he actually went out and bought a fake certificate for fifty bucks."
So the marriage I'd fought tooth and nail to hold together was nothing but a scam worth fifty dollars.
Eve tossed her dark curls over her shoulder, triumph radiating from every pore. "So he and I are the real thing. The one who isn't loved is the other woman here—"
Crack.
My palm connected with her face before either of us saw it coming.
She shrieked, clutching her cheek, her pretty eyes blown wide. "Did you just fucking hit me?!"