Step aside, Uncle Pride：Your Nephew is My Next Man - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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Wyatt held up his divorce papers like he was showing off some prize.
"Sadie, I'm divorced now, and I dealt with those bastards too."
I said calmly, "And?"
"Divorce Waylon. We'll go back together, get married right away. I'll give you the wedding you deserve."
When my expression stayed ice-cold, Wyatt finally started to panic.
"Sadie, I know I screwed up big time. I regret everything, I really do."
"I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry I threw you to them, I'm sorry..." His voice cracked as he begged.
"Just give me a chance to make it right, okay?"
Mr. Pride himself had finally said those three little words to me.
But by now, they were absolutely worthless.
I felt unnaturally calm.
"Wyatt, why are you doing this? Deep down, you never really loved me that much anyway."
"You lied about learning massage for me, about getting snipped for me."
"You got bored of my innocence, then couldn't handle it when I tried to change."
"From start to finish, all you ever cared about was yourself—your feelings, your needs. The only person you've ever loved is you."
Wyatt's hands were shaking as he stared at me in disbelief.
"No, that's not true. Sadie, I do love you. Please believe me."
I was disgusted by his pathetic act.
"Wyatt, you know what I regret most?"
"I regret ever loving you. Loving you is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. Just the thought of it makes me want to throw up.”
Wyatt couldn't handle it. He tried to force me into his arms, but Waylon came home right then, grabbed him by the collar, and kicked him straight into the trash pile.
Seeing Waylon made Wyatt's eyes go completely bloodshot.
"Waylon, I'm gonna tell everyone you stole your uncle's woman!"
I held back my furious husband.
"Before you do that, I'll make sure they all know exactly how you treated me."
Wyatt froze, his face full of shock. His lips moved but no words came out. Then he just bolted.
I thought that would be the end of it, but he showed up again that night.
The sick man was actually on his knees with a collar around his neck, holding out the leash to me.
"Sadie, I took those same drugs. Go ahead, torture me. Then I'll really understand what you went through."
"I'll do whatever you say. I can bark like a dog—woof, woof, woof..."
This psychotic old freak!
Waylon frowned. "Turn around and keep walking. Don't stop. Walk as far as you can."
"Shut—" Wyatt tried to fight back, but the drugs made him obey Waylon's command.
His eyes were wide with rage, but his legs started moving against his will. I watched him walk farther and farther until he disappeared.
I was a little worried. "Shouldn't we take him to a hospital or something?"
Waylon put his arm around me, completely unbothered. "He took those drugs himself. Not our problem."
Watching Waylon throw his own uncle under the bus for me made me feel like some kind of femme fatale from a soap opera.
This neighborhood was pretty wild—the little park at night was full of people fucking in the bushes and moaning up a storm.
Good luck, Wyatt.
Later I heard he spent a few days in the hospital before flying back home.
Leilani got house arrest because of her pregnancy. When Wyatt went to see her, he lost his mind completely and stabbed her to death.
He was declared mentally ill and committed to a psychiatric facility.
And me? I was staring at two pink lines on a pregnancy test, getting ready to surprise Waylon.
"Sadie, I'm divorced now, and I dealt with those bastards too."
I said calmly, "And?"
"Divorce Waylon. We'll go back together, get married right away. I'll give you the wedding you deserve."
When my expression stayed ice-cold, Wyatt finally started to panic.
"Sadie, I know I screwed up big time. I regret everything, I really do."
"I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry I threw you to them, I'm sorry..." His voice cracked as he begged.
"Just give me a chance to make it right, okay?"
Mr. Pride himself had finally said those three little words to me.
But by now, they were absolutely worthless.
I felt unnaturally calm.
"Wyatt, why are you doing this? Deep down, you never really loved me that much anyway."
"You lied about learning massage for me, about getting snipped for me."
"You got bored of my innocence, then couldn't handle it when I tried to change."
"From start to finish, all you ever cared about was yourself—your feelings, your needs. The only person you've ever loved is you."
Wyatt's hands were shaking as he stared at me in disbelief.
"No, that's not true. Sadie, I do love you. Please believe me."
I was disgusted by his pathetic act.
"Wyatt, you know what I regret most?"
"I regret ever loving you. Loving you is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. Just the thought of it makes me want to throw up.”
Wyatt couldn't handle it. He tried to force me into his arms, but Waylon came home right then, grabbed him by the collar, and kicked him straight into the trash pile.
Seeing Waylon made Wyatt's eyes go completely bloodshot.
"Waylon, I'm gonna tell everyone you stole your uncle's woman!"
I held back my furious husband.
"Before you do that, I'll make sure they all know exactly how you treated me."
Wyatt froze, his face full of shock. His lips moved but no words came out. Then he just bolted.
I thought that would be the end of it, but he showed up again that night.
The sick man was actually on his knees with a collar around his neck, holding out the leash to me.
"Sadie, I took those same drugs. Go ahead, torture me. Then I'll really understand what you went through."
"I'll do whatever you say. I can bark like a dog—woof, woof, woof..."
This psychotic old freak!
Waylon frowned. "Turn around and keep walking. Don't stop. Walk as far as you can."
"Shut—" Wyatt tried to fight back, but the drugs made him obey Waylon's command.
His eyes were wide with rage, but his legs started moving against his will. I watched him walk farther and farther until he disappeared.
I was a little worried. "Shouldn't we take him to a hospital or something?"
Waylon put his arm around me, completely unbothered. "He took those drugs himself. Not our problem."
Watching Waylon throw his own uncle under the bus for me made me feel like some kind of femme fatale from a soap opera.
This neighborhood was pretty wild—the little park at night was full of people fucking in the bushes and moaning up a storm.
Good luck, Wyatt.
Later I heard he spent a few days in the hospital before flying back home.
Leilani got house arrest because of her pregnancy. When Wyatt went to see her, he lost his mind completely and stabbed her to death.
He was declared mentally ill and committed to a psychiatric facility.
And me? I was staring at two pink lines on a pregnancy test, getting ready to surprise Waylon.
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