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“I thought he was.” There’s a large pause, and I don’t think she will say any more. I look back at her, but she still won’t meet my eyes. “I love—loved him, trusted him, but just like everyone else, he betrayed that. He’s not the man I thought he was. Maybe he never was. Maybe I overlooked the red flags, the bad parts, and clung to the goodness because I desperately needed it, needed him. I needed to believe there was still good, still love in the world, but that was a foolish thing to do.” She looks at me then, and I see the truth in her eyes. “He was never really mine, and when I go back, I will never give him the chance to hurt me again.”
I can read between the lines.
He cheated. It’s written in every line of her face and body as she turns away. It’s a look I know well.
“Then he was a fool,” is all I can say before I slip away. Shutting the door behind me, I lean against it as my walls crumble.
How could a man, a rat like him, ever think he deserves her? More so, hurt her? She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but she’s also strong, smart, and cunning. She’s everything a man could ever want. She’s one of a kind, and he took the chance that every man would beg for and burned that bridge. He probably felt inadequate, but that doesn’t excuse what he did to that woman in there.
He broke a piece of her and took the trust she will never regain.
I should know, it happened to me.
Heading downstairs, I hear their laughter and talking, but when I walk into the kitchen, it all stops. “What did she do now?” Archer sighs, but there’s amusement in his eyes.
Turning away, I grab a bottle from the back of the cupboard and pour myself a drink. It’s all I can do to push away the memories that stir within me.
Clenching the glass tight, I tell myself it’s not real. I can’t hear the moans and sounds of skin slapping. My heart isn’t breaking and racing as the stairs creak under my feet. The kids’ toys I silently move around aren’t here. The bed squeaking is just a memory.
“Oh God, yes!”
No!
“Eric,” Archer demands, pulling me from the past. I shoot back the drink, ignoring the bitter taste in my mouth that always comes after the memories surface. Usually, I lose myself in a wet, willing cunt until I can’t see them anymore, but not today.
I face them again. “He won’t pay up. We know that. What we didn’t know is their supposed perfect union is a sham. He was cheating on her, and she found out. Recently too, I’m betting. She’s not the girl we need to get to him.”
“Fuck,” they say in union.
I toast them with the bottle before taking another drink, my eyes going to the ceiling and the woman above it.
Fuck indeed.
