My eyes widened I never knew he had a child! I clicked on the link straight away, I was intrigued and wanted to find out more. It landed on a blog page. A picture of dark woman, a child and Maxwell appeared. They were all sat hugging and smiling, the photo must have been taken a few years ago. I began to scroll down, it was a little boring. A day to day account of her life with Maxwell. Her moaning about him not being home, working to much, possibility of him cheating, her bored with life. God! This wasn't going to help me. I wanted dirt! Finally, I got to the last post
4 th July 2012 I met his new girlfriend today... Some young dumb model type. Typical, she is younger than him. Probably going through a mid thirty’s crisis! She doesn't deserve him. I made a terrible mistake leaving him. At the time I thought it was the right thing to do. Now, I regret everything. I wish he would read this and understand how much I love him. I need him back and Olivia needs her Father. She needs her real family.
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As I write this my husband will be getting home from work. He will find a letter on the table and find us gone. I am heading to England to get back what is rightfully mine. I will get him back...No matter what!
I sat back and gave a satisfying smile... I had found it! This woman needed my help and I would kindly offer her it. Maybe, when thinking about it clearly this wasn't revenge on Maxwell. Maybe I wanted to hurt Georgina more. This would, taking Maxwell away from her. I wanted Georgina to suffer just like I was. Watch her perfect world crumble away and leaving her in the same state she left me. I had to find this Debbie. I grabbed my phone. There was only one person I knew who could help me. In fact they would take complete delight in destroying Miss Georgina Dawson's life!
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“Blake!” She smiled. “Mother” I replied. She had agreed to meet and help me. She was staying in Randolph hotel and my Father had filed for divorce and forced her to leave the family home. She looked fragile and had aged at least ten years in the last month or so. A wave of guilt crashed through me, I had done this to her! Another woman was sat with her. I recognized her face from the Blog page, it was Debbie. I could always re-lie on my Mother, she never seemed to let me down. I held out my hand. “Blake Waterman.” She shook my hand and gave a little smile. “Debbie, please to meet you.” I took my seat at the table. “You too” I replied nervously. I didn't know where to start. “Wine?” Debbie asked holding up a glass. I shook my head. “no thanks, I'm trying to cut down.” “Please to hear it” my Mother snapped. I could tell by her voice she was still pissed at me. Yet again, if someone smashed my head in I would be too. “So,” Debbie began. “What exactly is this all about? Its not everyday someone calls me and demands I get here quick.” I looked over at my Mother and urged her on with my eyes. She took the hint and coughed. “We want to help you.” I watched Debbie narrow her eyes. “Help you get Maxwell back. You see Debbie, Georgina destroyed my family. She ripped us apart and left me with nothing. She inflicted pain on my son and he truly isn't over it. We don't want her doing it to you.” Wow, I was impressed. My Mother had a way with words. Debbie shifted in her seat and