Justice For Juniper novel Chapter 68

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“There is no need to get this angry with me, Juniper. I’m not the one who cheated.”

“No, Lois, you’re not but you’re the one who ignored my wishes. You’re the one who throws out words like overreacting when I respond appropriately to the shit he does. You’re the one when I said I needed space, decided your son’s feelings were more important than mine and started calling me and my mother constantly. You texted me. You called me. You didn’t stop. It was like you were personally affronted and involved in a relationship which doesn’t concern you.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t concern me?”

“It’s my fucking marriage!” she screamed suddenly. “It’s not yours. Jesus Christ, Lois from the day we started dating you’ve been involved in one way or another. Your thoughts, your opinions, your ideas all come into play all the time. I swear to God if you could have been in our bedroom to tell us the best way to position ourselves to ensure maximum likelihood of conception, you would have been sitting there in a director’s chair and a clapboard. You are intrusive and involved and this, this implosion of my marriage has absolutely nothing to do with you and doesn’t involve you. It involves a man who couldn’t keep his cock in his pants and a woman who is not ever going to forgive such a thing.”

“Juniper.”

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“No. You have no right. You were asked to give me space, and not only did you disregard my wishes, but you also joined in on his insanity last night and told my mother I was essentially abducted, and you encouraged Kyst to call the cops.”

“I was worried. You’re my daughter.”

“No. I was your daughter–in–law. I have a mama and she’s my only mama and while I appreciate you love me and I do love you too, I let you know the person I needed right now was my own mother and you didn’t respect it.”

“I apologize.”

“You owe my mother an apology as well.”

“I will make my apologies to her.”

“Good.”

“So, you weren’t really kidnapped last night from a club by three men?”

“No, Lois. I went willingly with the three men. They brought me home. They tucked me in, and they held me until this morning.”

“You slept with three men?”

The judgment oozed off Lois’s tongue and the room exchanged

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glances as they looked at each other and anticipated Juniper’s response and she didn’t disappoint.

“Yeah, I did, Lois. I slept in my queen–sized bed with three ment and there wasn’t enough room, so I actually slept on top of one of them while the other two cuddled us from either side.”

“Juniper. You’re married.”

“Not for much longer. My divorce papers were filed.”

“You filed for a divorce already? What about counselling or –

“Are you kidding me? Lois! I am never going to forgive him this betrayal.”

“How are you any better hooking up with three men so soon?”

“I’m better because I didn’t do it while I was in a committed relationship and I sure as hell am not doing it with someone else’s partner! He didn’t respect our wedding vows so why the hell do I need to pay them any heed now? The man whose wife was under Kyst every Wednesday for the last several weeks is the one who I used as a mattress last night. His two best friends find me sexy and beautiful and the three of them decided what Kyst didn’t appreciate, they would.”

“But three?”

“Yes.”

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“It’s so slutty.”

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“Listen here you sanctimonious bitch!” Maeve finally couldn’t hold her tongue any longer and ripped the phone from Juniper’s hand. “Don’t you dare call my daughter a slut. Your stick is shoved so far up your arse, your husband has to fight for space with it when he fucks you.”

“Mama!” Juniper sputtered as her mother’s face turned red with

rage.

“My daughter is a beautiful, passionate, loving woman who devoted her life to being a fantastic wife. She bent over backwards to keep her husband satisfied. She is young and vibrant, and she deserves someone who can be loyal and respectful of her. The difference between your whore of a son and my incredible daughter is consent, Lois. There is consent. Beautiful, honest, conversations where they are openly discussing their boundaries. She isn’t hiding. She isn’t sneaking. She isn’t pretending one is more important than the other. She’s being truthful.”

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