in his life. You know, one day, his wife might end up killing him.”
“I doubt it. Sometimes, angry sex gets out of control.”
“Oh, no, they weren’t having sex.”
“Did she scratch his face?”
“Well, no.” Ginger paused, considering my implication.
“Oh, honey, a cheat will always be a cheat. You really should get out of that
relationship. You deserve better than him.” I smoothed her hair off her face. I sincerely meant every word I spoke. “I don’t have much money, but I will give
you what I have saved if it will help you get a fresh start.”
“I couldn’t take your money.” Ginger wiped her tears. “Anyway, Jeremy will
have to pay for his mistakes. In seven months, he’ll have no choice but to support me.”
Stunned, I couldn’t respond. Jeremy had gotten someone pregnant. My
husband was going to be a father, and it was not my baby. An odd feeling of anger, relief, and pain filled me. In my wallet, I had two thousand dollars, money I hadn’t added to my stash yet.
“Here. Do yourself a favor. Get on a plane far from here. Meet a nice man and raise your child with him. You don’t want to be miserable for the rest of your life,” I said, handing her the bills.
“I can’t take your money,” she argued.
“No, take it as a ‘thank you’. You reminded me what’s important.” I hugged
Ginger tighter than I thought I would. I really wished a better life for her than with Jeremy.
When I left the gym that day, I hoped Ginger would take the money and run.
A part of me knew she would stay and fight for Jeremy. I saw the text messages
he had sent. I knew she would never leave him willingly. Maybe I could find a
way to help persuade her?
Leaving the gym, I returned home and showered. I shoved my costume in a bag.
I would return it to Jacob. I would never go back to that gym. There was no need
for more information. I had all I could handle and more. I didn’t need to see Ginger. It would only make me want to save her.
Caitlyn: Thank you for sending the pics.
Jack: What pics?
Caitlyn: You know which ones. Thank you.
Jack: She needed to know.
Caitlyn: It doesn’t matter anymore. She’s pregnant.
Jack: Poor girl.
Caitlyn: I can’t worry about her. I am leaving in 7 days.
Jack: Where are you going?
Caitlyn: Montana. I’m going to write a book. Don’t worry. I’ll still be
able to edit for you.
Jack: Good. No one will be able to fill your spot. I will quit writing.
Caitlyn: lol :) so hasty. I’ll let you know when I return. Maybe we can
pick up where we left off on my Tour of Hollywood.
Jack: I would like to see you again. Dinner and dancing. Sweet dreams,
