Today Wes showed me the messages that AH emailed him, spitting vitriol and anger. I also found this kaymark AH has been telling my sisters-in-law that Wes and I are on the verge of divorce, that I had kicked him out of the house that is why he is now working overseas.
Apakepundek? (Ini acik dah marah ni nyaaaah…)
He also told his sisters (my SILs) that I have been complaining to his wife Sheila that Wes beats me and the children, that he lives off of me (whilst true, what is it to him… aku ambik duit kau ke nak kipas anggun adik kau?) and that I frequently throw my husband out of the house (fitnah mengalahkan frustrated biatch tak dapat batang 5 abad!) and he comes licking my feet each time when I give him money (very untrue, Wes… whatever he may be, is a very proud and dignified man).
He also told his sisters that I left my house for a MONTH to go back to my father’s house? WTF… ko hengat aku hingiiiiin nak pergi duduk rumah apak aku? Puhleez nok… baik acik hole-up at the Mandarin Oriental, senang turun pepagi pusing park. This bloody kaymark bastard bitch AH just creates stories out of thin air in his bid to destroy Wes’ and my marriage. Wes and I can manage that on our own well enough, ta very mooch… tak payahlah kau nak jadi nasi tambah.
Part of his fantastical tale is that Wes is looking to remarry someone else that is why he had his part of the ancestral haveli done up nicely, recently. Apakefuntartz lah jantan tua rumah kata pergi, kubur kata lai lai ni merepek. Besides the many things he said he is the one who built that house… padahal Wes was the one who sent money for its construction. I sent money for its construction too… Wot a fookaymark this ARSEHOLE is. Ada hati kata nak bakar our part of the house and throw us out. Macam pondan takde telor AH ni!
My in-laws must have been very surprised (and confused!) when I turned up for Nick’s wedding last December because according to AH’s stories, Wes and I were separated and about to divorce. Aku tak tahu menahu pun about all this bullshit that was going on behind the scenes, blithely just attending the wedding. I guess it didn’t help that Wes was being an ARSE at the rukhsati and I started crying, that must have cemented their belief that something was terribly wrong with Wes’ and my relationship.
Aku ni vengeful biatch nyah. I told Wes, even IF we hate each other (which we don’t… although ada juga masa²nya aku rasa nak hempuk dia dengan cangkul and bury him in the yard 😅), let’s make a promise to make fookeymark AH ni squirm in frustration seeing our happiness together. Pergi MAMPOSLAH kau botak tua muka dan hati hitam macam bontot kuali. #MaHaiChowChibai
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