Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1407

They clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, furious but totally lost for words.

Winners write the story, losers just get left behind—and today, they’d lost.

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After changing out of his gear, Tarquin left the gym. Lowell called out,

“Hey, Evan and the big guy are here too. Should we get them to ride with us?”

Tarquin wasn’t surprised. Knowing Evan, there was no way he’d miss out on the action.

“Nah, you know they hate car rides. Let them make their own way home.”

Lowell shrugged and started the car, steering them out of the parking lot.

“By the way, the school board president called while you were changing. He’s out of town, just heard about what happened at the preschool.”

“He was pretty apologetic. Said the school will take full responsibility for Elijah and Emmett getting hurt.”

“He also mentioned he’d talked to a bunch of teachers and kids. Apparently, Punikon’s been a problem for a while—violent, won’t listen, that sort of thing.”

“Lots of parents have complained before, and the school has tried reaching out to his folks, but they never bothered to cooperate.”

“So now the school’s decided: they’re asking Punikon to leave.”

That sounded polite, but everyone knew it was just a nice way of saying he’d been expelled.

Tarquin’s face stayed cold and unreadable. If the school hadn’t acted, he would’ve made sure they did.

A kid that young, already so aggressive—what would he turn into as he got older? Maybe if his parents actually cared, maybe with the right guidance, things could change.

But Punikon’s folks clearly didn’t get it.

If the parents’ values are a mess, what hope does the kid have?

He definitely wasn’t about to let his own children hang around someone like that.

Honestly, neither would Elysia.

Lowell went on,

“The school said if you have any suggestions, they’re open to hearing them.”

“Ahem,” Lowell coughed, a pointed reminder:

Hey, there’s a third wheel in the car, maybe tone down the mushy stuff?

Tarquin shot him a death glare, then went right back to being sweet on the phone,

“The school just called. They’re expelling Punikon, so you don’t need to worry about him bothering the kids anymore.”

“Expelled, huh? I wonder if his parents will accept it?”

“They don’t really have a say. Their kid was in the wrong, and it’s preschool—it’s not mandatory. The school’s within its rights.”

Elysia didn’t feel sorry for Punikon in the slightest. The kid was already way off track—not worth anyone’s sympathy.

“With him gone, the school will be a lot more peaceful. When will you be home?”

Tarquin checked the time. “About forty minutes. And just like you asked, not a scratch on me.”

“You’re the best! Hungry? Want me to whip up something for you?”

Elysia was in such a good mood—her husband safe and sound, and she could gush about him all she wanted. She felt like she’d just had a spoonful of honey.