Chapter 4 - The Queen’s Reply

That evil, conniving bi…..you know what. Usually this kind of behavior would have required me to “kill it with kindness” and just ignore her actions. That’s what my husband had instructed me to do when the bitch finally broke me with her mean words and evil ways in the beginning of our marriage. But if I’m getting divorced anyways….

“Lisa! Can you please take a few of the boxes and get me the one in charge?” I instruct the distressed maid.

“Right away Ma’am!”

A couple of heavy set men stop a couple feet away from me and I turn around to face them and say “I’m sorry, Gentlemen. This has turned out to be a wasted trip for you guys. I was told that it was Madeline King who commissioned this move? Sadly, My mother-in-law has dementia and isn’t quite all the there anymore if you know what I mean. No one is moving.”

Sympathy instantly shows on both of their faces and the older of men says “Oh. Well that’s alright. My missus’ sister has Alzheimers. Nasty disease. You never know what they’re thinkin’ but suddenly they’re done some crazy things cause it made perfect sense in their mind at that moment. That’s how the doctor explained it to us. We’ll cancel the order Mrs.”

I put a grateful smile on my face

“Thank you so much. But I’ll take your card for whenever I do need to move something. Oh and I’ll take a couple of those boxes there. Just invoice me.”

“As long as you use our company for your next move, the boxes are on the house, Ma’am. And maybe a namedrop on your vlog? My wife and me are big fans. We tried to make your brisket-I just about died and went to heaven it was that good!” The younger man inserted into the conversation.

“Oh aren’t you sweet. I’m so glad you liked it. Listen I just had friend over for some brunch and I have a ton of leftovers as I’ve been testing recipes. Why don’t you guys take the food with you? I always make too much food. I have enough food for you and the guys in back out there…?”

The younger men didn’t even let the older man comment and immediately said “yes please!”

40 minutes, 20 moving boxes and an empty fridge later, the movers left my house smiling from ear to ear, loaded up with my brunch leftovers and two pans of brownies that was supposed to be eaten tonight but I can always make more. I stood outside on the curb next to Lisa and waving to the men yelling bye at the two huge trucks.

“You know you didn’t have to give them the food Ma’am. They would have been pleased with the name drop.” Lisa said while waving at trucks.

“I know. But I made way too much food trying to perfect those two recipes and all the freezer are stuffed to brim since James hasn’t been home for long while. No parties, no fancy dinners… just me…and you guys of course. But I suspect that I’ve filled up your fridges and freezers as well.”

I look at Liza to confirm this. She blushes and nods. I continue to “so I would have had to donate the food to the shelters again. And while worthy cause, it’s a hassle to pack up all that food and transport it across the entire city to all of the different shelters.”

Liz gives me a small smile while we return to the house. “I would have done it for you. What do you want the moving boxes for?”

I sigh…”I guess you haven’t watched television today…I haven’t confirmed this yet but…it would appear that James and I are in fact divorcing.”

“Oh? And telling me over a stupid text was the way you want to tell me that you want a divorce” a voice asks.

I shriek as does Lisa. We didn’t hear anyone approach us while returning to the house.

Standing there in a perfect grey suit that looks like it’s freaking melted onto his body is James King. My husband…for little while longer at least….with his stormy blue eyes, chiseled jaw and wavy black hair,

Looking mighty…well….pissed off.

“Ah….go to the kitchen and clean up the rest of the mess we made in there, will you Lisa darling?” I ask her quickly. She looks relieved by my order, responds “Yes of course Ma’am” and takes off in a semi run away from the potential hurricane that is my husband when he is angry.

I turn back to look at James. Dammit why did he have to be so fucking good looking?! It was a freaking chore just to look away from those hypnotic eyes.

“So, we're getting a divorced now?", he asked.

I stare at him.

Does he really think I’m that stupid?

“How’s Carrie, James? Did you have a good meeting with her?”