I opened my door to Heather and expected her to just hand me an envelope with the papers in it and walk away. That’s not what happened at all.
“Heather? What are you doin’ here?” I looked behind her, hoping my brother was somewhere close in case things got ugly.
She walked into the house and started looking around. “I see Ty expanded the place to accommodate your family.”
I held my belly and motioned for her to sit down. “He worked hard to get it done.”
“He likes doing that.”
“Doing what?” I sat across from her, never letting my guard down. I felt like the she-devil was sitting across from me.
“Working hard to get what he wants. Doing what has to be done.” She crossed her legs and sat her purse down next to her.
I shook off her rude comment, knowing damn well I couldn’t get into a battle with her. My babies were far more important than some skank hoe. “Why are you here, Heather?” I looked around the vicinity of the room for my phone and it wasn’t anywhere to be found.
Heather startled me and stood up. I caught myself leaning back, as she passed and looked around my house. I stood up and followed behind her. “I can’t believe he did all of this for you.” She got to the kids room and just stared at it. “Took on a child that wasn’t even his. I mean, what did you do to make him want to change so much?”
“I didn’t do anything. He helped deliver our daughter and loved her since that day. It was never a question of what I did.” First off I didn’t want this bitch in my house, and second, I was feeling really uneasy, and pretty darn freaked out.
“Right.” She put her finger on her lips and kept walking. “I just don’t see him diving into a relationship for a crying baby. Did something happen where he felt sorry for you? Is that what this is? Does he feel obligated to stay with someone like you, because you can’t fend for yourself? I mean, obviously you have it made here. He goes to work and busts his ass while you sit here and lay around on your ass all day. It must be nice.”
I kept a hold of my belly to remind myself that I couldn’t let her get to me. Unfortunately, she already had and I wanted her gone, but I was afraid what she would do if I asked her to leave. “You don’t know anything about my marriage.”
She got right up in my face and reached out to touch my cheek. I pulled away from her fingers. “Oh Honey, I know more than you think. Your prince charming isn’t that charming at all. He’s still the same old Ty, just better at it.”
She walked toward my bedroom and I swear if there were a mop or a broom or any kind of object that I could have used to toss at her head, I would have. When she got to our bedroom door, she stopped. She turned around and pointed to the bed. “I had so many memories in that bed.”
This is where she was wrong. “The bed is new. I thought you would notice that first. Ty didn’t want the mother of his children sleeping where filth had laid. He bought us all new furniture, so that the only memories would be our own.”
Take that you wretched whore.
She continued into my bedroom and froze when she saw my beautiful master bathroom. “So tell me Miranda, what did you do to get all of this? Is it some kind of family thing?”
I could see my phone, blinking on my bedside table, but I was nowhere near it. Her eyes were scaring me as she looked where I was looking. “What’s wrong Miranda? You thinking about calling Ty?”
“No! Just tell me why you’re here Heather? What do you want from me? You knew Ty wouldn’t be here, so spill.”
She walked out to the hallway and stopped when she saw all of our family pictures. Ty and Bella looked so happy together in every single one. Van and I were alone in a couple and Heather pointed at them. She turned to catch my attention, not knowing I never took my eyes off of her. “I think I get it now. Since Ty couldn’t have Van, he picked the closest thing to her. Am I right? He gets his cake and eats it too? Tell me, have you caught them together yet? I’m sure it’s happened. I mean, how can you have a history like they do and not crave each other’s touch again?”
I clenched my fists, but kept my composure. She walked over to the couch and reached in her large bag. I tried to calm down as I sat across from her again. “Look, I know I am the last person you want to see. To be honest, I really don’t want to be here either. I’ve just been holding on to some things and I thought you should have them. I tried to be reasonable with Ty, I really did, but he’s left me no choice.” She pulled out a t-shirt and a small cinch bag. “Ty left these the night he stayed at my place.”