Colton never responded for a long time.
So, the only thing I could do was tell him that I had enough evidence to prove that he was cheating on me. And, if he didn’t sign the papers, then I would be bringing him to court.
Colton finally called me when I was in the midst of discharging myself from the hospital. He sounded extremely angry on the phone.
“Gianna, are you nuts? How could you kick up such a huge fuss over such a small thing? How dare you bring up divorce? Are you only going to be satisfied when the whole world revolves around you?
“I told you to wait until Darlene gave birth, didn’t I? I’d then cut off the relationship with her. What more do you want from me? Why must you force others to do as you wish?
“Whatever. I’m going to pick you up in a bit to have dinner with Jett. I’m going to pretend that none of this ever happened.
“And stop forcing me to do things your way. I really don’t know whom to choose between you and Darlene.”
He wouldn’t stop telling me that both Darlene and myself meant a lot to him. However, my past experiences told me that I was nothing but a free live-in nanny who didn’t know how to dress up.
On the day we got married, Colton actually abandoned me at the venue to comfort Darlene, who was upset and crying elsewhere.
Darlene and I shared the same birthday, yet Colton would only ever remember her birthdays. He would always tell me that he forgot about mine and would make it up to me the next day.
It didn’t matter where Darlene was or what time of the day it was—Colton would be right there for her at the slightest hook of her finger.
I had nearly lost my head over this many times in the past, and Colton would always then tell me that this would be the last time it ever happened. However, he would immediately break his promise just less than 24 hours later.
If I brought it up again, he would tell me that I was selfish, petty, and jealous.
That was all that I remembered. I asked him faintly, “Is Darlene coming too?”
“Of course!”
