Free Liar, Liar by Kasey Millstead Page B

decent in public.  Prominent women, like myself, have children so we aren’t ousted from our society groups.  If I become the only person not to have a child, I won’t be included in any functions that apply only to mothers.  I’ll miss out on things, and I don’t enjoy missing out on things, Benny.  I like to be included in everything .”
    “You’re unbelievable.” I shake my head, unable to comprehend what she is saying, but knowing I shouldn’t expect anything less from her.
    “You wouldn’t be expected to entertain the child or what have you.  We’d hire a nanny for that.  Goodness knows, I won’t be the one changing dirty diapers and preparing bottles at three a.m.”
    “Move,” I growl, fed up with her unbelievable spiel of bullshit.
    “Pardon?” she splutters.
    “Get the fuck out of my way.  Now. ” I dodge past her and bound up the stairs two at a time.  Rage is boiling through my veins, making my fists clench in anger.  I burst into my room and lock the door before going into my bathroom and slamming the door with enough force to send it flying off the hinges.  I tear off my clothes and angrily turn on the faucet.  I step in, letting the frigid water spray over me until it heated up. 
    Ten years I have been with Regina.  Ten long fucking years.  In the past it had been easy to disconnect from her, detach myself from the life I was forced to live.  It didn’t mean I liked it, but up until recently, I could ignore it.  But tonight, with Regina spouting her shit about becoming parents and the reason she wanted to do it, feels like the straw that broke the camel’s back.  If there was any doubt deep in my mind about going through with the divorce, that had been eradicated.  Tomorrow I would go in and sign the divorce papers.  She would be served and I would be free from her bullshit.  The only thing I would have to worry about then would be the repercussions from my family, and possibly Regina’s.
    Regina’s parents would be easy to handle.  Their main prerogative would be keeping their social standing.  They wouldn’t want any gossip or rumors to defame the family name.  No doubt they would make me out to be the bad guy, claiming all the sympathy, fake or otherwise, that people were willing to dish out.
    My parents, on the other hand, would be a different story.  They would see me issuing divorce papers as an attack on them, as a way of me trying to defile them and ruin their reputation.  They wouldn’t ask the reasons why, they wouldn’t care about me at all.  Just the Duncan name.  I wouldn’t be surprised if they took me to court and stripped me of my surname, just so I wasn’t associated with them anymore.  I couldn’t care less.  They can do whatever the fuck they want, because I’m done.
    ***
    Early the next morning before I make my way into the office, I stop by Stellan Legal to sign the divorce papers Barney had prepared.
    “We’ll serve these to her today,” he informs me.
    “Good.  She’s having lunch with her friends, so it probably wouldn’t be the wisest decision to do it then.  She should be home in the afternoon.”
    “I’ll call you when it’s done.”
    “Thanks, Barney.”  I shake his hand and then have my driver take me to work. 
    It occurs to me that I never asked Makenna where she works.  She said she’s a waitress, but at what establishment?  She must work days, seeing as she is always at the gym at night.  I can’t stop thinking about her, knowing my divorce is going ahead, knowing I’ll finally be free.  Hoping she’ll be open to me pursuing her.  The kiss we shared was fucking magnetic.  I want more of it.
    “Estelle.” I nod to my assistant.
    “Morning, Mr. Duncan.  I tried to call, but couldn’t reach you.”  She gives me an apologetic look.
    “What’s up?”
    “Your mother’s waiting in your office.”
    “Fucking great,” I mutter under my breath.
    Striding through the door, I see my mother