Cheating chocolate brown eyes.
“Lila? Fuck, are you sick?” He stared at me, then down at the puddle of bile between us. “Baby! Are you okay?”
He moved towards me, and I froze, snapping my head to stare at him like a cornered, wild animal. He blinked, then his eyebrows knitted together with confusion.
“Lila, what’s going on, baby?” His eyes searched mine, and I laughed, wiping the spittle on the back of my hand.
“Who’s Cami,Vic?” I rasped, my entire body trembling as I observed his reaction. The color drained from his olive skin, leaving him looking somewhat grey.
Even at forty-six, he was stunning. Flecks of grey hid in his dark curls, his skin still supple and smooth. No wrinkles in sight. He was covered in tattoos, and because he worked in construction daily, he had a great body. His wedding ring glinted as he moved—had he worn that when they were fucking?
“What—”
I didn’t have the energy for any bullshit, so I threw my phone at him.
Literally, it bounced off his knuckle, the one with the ‘L’ tattooed for my name. I flinched, about to apologize, but then curled my lip into a snarl.
“See for yourself.”
Victor stared at me, then down at my phone, his tongue wetting his lips.
Does he have any idea what I know?
His thumb swiped the screen.
Then his entire body deflated, his shoulders slumping beneath the white t-shirt I’d pressed for him only yesterday. He exhaled heavily, closing his eyes as I heard the video playing.
“Fuck.”
Well, at least that was better than denial. Denial, I couldn’t take right now.
I couldn’t trust myself to speak, so I just sat there, with spittle dripping from my hand, staring at my husband, the man I’d loved for over twenty years.
“Baby, I’m so?—”
“Sorry?” I whispered, the word scraping through my raw throat and past my dry lips. “That’s okay, honey, you must’ve fallen into hertight pussy that takes your dick so well.”
Victor bowed his head. As he fucking should.
“I want you to leave.” I was surprised to hear the words leave my mouth so calmly. I didn’t plan to say them, and I certainly didn’t think they’d come out likethat. I wanted to claw his fucking eyes out. “Maybe go back toCami.” I spat her name out, and for that, I was proud.
Victor snapped his head up, his eyes searching mine.
“You don’t mean that, baby. I mean…” He held his hands up, as if admitting defeat. “I majorly fucked up. I’m so fucking sorry.” Tears slid down his cheeks, and for a second, I almost reached for him. Because that’s instinct—it's what I always did, comforted my husband.
But not now. Not ever again.
There was a ringing in my ears, and it almost muted his begging and pleading for me to listen to him, to let him explain. Why would I do that? What explanation would possibly be okay right now?
Sorry, baby, I just couldn’t help myself. I fell into her pussy, and it felt so good I stayed there.
No.
“No, Victor,” I whispered. “This isn’t a mistake. You knew what you were doing. Now getout.”
His throat bobbed. “Please?—”
Why was he still trying to talk to me? What did he think he could possibly say that would make this right?
