About Dying? Perfect. Now Watch Me Expose Your 'Perfect' Life, Ex Novel
"I thought I'd never see my ex Blake Morrison again.
Until I got dragged into the police station as a homewrecker, and Blake was the cop on duty.
When he walked in, some crazy woman was literally pulling my hair and slamming me against the wall. My face was already red from where she'd slapped me.
""That's enough! This is a police station, not Jerry Springer!""
That voice. I knew that voice.
I looked up to see Blake in his uniform, and for a second, I couldn't believe this was the same guy who stood in the rain begging me not to leave him five years ago.
Also the absolute last person I wanted to see.
As they dragged the woman out, she screamed: ""Officer Morrison! This little skank threw herself at my fifty-year-old husband—who knows how many dicks she's sucked!""
""She's a fucking prostitute! Arrest this bitch for being a public menace!""
Her words hung in the air while Blake and I just stared at each other.
Talk about awkward.
Universe, if you're listening?
This isn't funny. Not even a little bit!!"