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You can fuck whoever you want, but so can I, or the latter, here is a brand-new Porsche; please forgive me… I promise I’ll change.
Looking back, I don’t know how I got to this place.
I hate who I’ve turned into because of my marriage to Kevin. Now, with a new sense of clarity and my plan in place, I will hit him right where it hurts.
His perfect life of mirrors will be shattered to all of his friends and colleagues. They’ll know he can no longer contain his golden trophy locked up alone, bringing it out when he sees fit.
Getting to know Lachlan has shown me what it can be like with a partner—someone who wants you with such ferocity.
I know what Lachlan and I did may seem like the same as Kevin. I get it, really, I do.
I know getting involved with him right now is not the best idea I’ve ever had. Truthfully? I want to see what will become of us. I just hope he wants to explore whatever this is with me as well, and I’m not some newfound kink he’s discovered.
I hope tomorrow, I’ll get my answers when I go to his home. Another scandalous act in the hopes of sleeping with the new priest.
Lachlan texted me earlier this morning telling me not to drive my car to his place. I should be hidden if I walk along the main street by his house before walking behind his tall hedge-covered lawn.
Truly the definition of being irresponsible, but I’m discovering I’ll do anything for a moment alone with this man. Part of me loves that Lachlan is willing to forgo his duties as a priest for me. The other part wonders if we’ve gone too far already and should stop acting on our cravings for one another.
Planning the gala with Lachlan has provided some of my favorite memories. I took a risk sharing my confession, and now I’ll be taking another to see him once more.
Maybe this path was given to us by God. Maybe it was the Devil himself. I know I shouldn’t let this continue, but every touch, moment, and glance breaks me down. I have another confession for him tomorrow night too. If I’m brave enough to share it.
Arriving at Kevin’s office, I hope my plan to do one final round of snooping for evidence will pay off. He has a doctor’s appointment that I know he won’t miss. He had me schedule it for him months ago, and this was the first available opening.
All I have to do is get through potentially seeing his “pick me” assistant and get into his office. Oh, you know the women with the “pick me” vibes. The ones who will do anything for a man’s attention. Only men like Kevin actually liked being around them.
I am banking on her going with him to his appointment. He hadn’t asked me to go, and somebody would most likely need to drive him back to the office. Who better than the assistant he’s fucking to play the role of his wife? Apparently a more apt choice than the one he is already married to.
I just really need her to be gone to prevent being caught. I’ve already come to terms with the end of my marriage and the possibility of what more will become of Kevin and his assistant.
Pulling open one of the double glass doors, I’m greeted by the office receptionist. Not the personal assistant in question.
I’m confident, knowing what I’m about to do is putting a final nail in the coffin of my marriage. Dressed in my signature color, a navy-blue dress that comes to my knees, and matching navy lingerie set underneath, just for me, I look the part of a dedicated trophy wife.
I’ve got a big plan for today. Whether it’s in my best interest or not, today is it. I am bringing Kevin lunch as a surprise to get access to his office. I need an excuse for why I’m here and to get into his personal office without anyone being suspicious.
Since Kevin and my marriage is clearly non-existent, I rarely show up to his office building. Which is why I don’t even know the name of the new tart of an assistant he’s sleeping with.
The receptionist recognizes me at once. I take a deep breath and plaster on my signature fake smile no one else in Charleston, but Lachlan, knows isn’t real.
“Mrs. Matheson,” she chirps, startled that I’m here.
What is her name again… Rachel? Rebecca? Rose? It definitely starts with the letter R.
“Hi, yes, is my husband available?”
Keep that smile in place. No one here knows the difference.
“I’m sorry, ma'am, but he’s at an appointment right now. Would you like me to contact him?”
“Oh, silly me, I forgot that was today. What a shame. I brought him lunch,” I say as I pretend to pout.
I hold up the takeout bag to show that my story could be real.
“He still has the mini fridge in his office, right? I’ll just leave it there,” I say, pretending as though the idea has just come to me.
“Yes, of course,” she answers.
