This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses
This week’s prompt is: “Presents under the tree”
I pitched my glass of rum filled eggnog across the living room like a professional baseball player. The glass from my husband’s trophy case shattered and littered the floor into tiny dangerous pieces all over the hardwood.
How could I have been so stupid?
The festively wrapped box with a gold bow had been delivered to my door last night on Christmas Eve with a note carefully handwritten card that said “Merry Christmas Mr. & Mrs.”
Whoever his bitch was, she was beyond bold. But even though I wanted to kill her, I had to admire her moxey.
I took one last look at the ultrasound image before tossing it back into the box with the loose diapers that had accompanied it. I placed the lid back on, dropped the box onto the floor and kicked it until it lay with the other presents under the Christmas tree.
A lying, cheating, fucking first class asshole of a husband is one thing. But a baby with a hoe for a mama? A baby is a totally different kettle of fish.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this joke had nothing to do with me.
The joke would be on him having to explain his bitch to me after opening that gift tonight and realizing that our prenup would leave him with nothing but a dime to his name.
And the rest of the joke would be on her when she found out that he had been shooting blanks all along due to the vasectomy I had insisted on before we got married.
Merry Christmas to both of you…
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