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TYLER
I’m sitting at my desk in my office waiting for Summer to come along. Our client has provisionally signed off on our designs but now we need to get them drawn out in detail and show them every little thing and see if they are happy. I think they will be. At worst there might be a few small tweaks, but I think overall, Summer and I both understand the vision the CEO of the tech firm has.
I still can’t believe I’m working with Summer. It was so strange walking into the conference room on my first day here and finding out that Summer was a girl I had taken home a couple of months ago. Now I know it was just sex and I shouldn’t have been so shaken at the sight of her, but for me, it wasn’t just run of the mill sex. Let me explain.
A little over a year ago, I split up with my wife. I had been working late a lot of the time and working weekends too and don’t get me wrong, I get why it was so frustrating for her, I really do. But as if cheating on me was the answer. But there we were.
She had been moaning about the hours, but noticeably not about the salary, and I decided that I was going to go home early one Friday afternoon and switch my cell phone off and spend the whole weekend with Chloe. I didn’t tell her I was coming home early; I wanted it to be a surprise. And boy was it a surprise for the both of us although not in the way I had hoped.
I came home to what I thought was an empty house when I didn’t find Chloe in the living room or the kitchen. I figured she must have gone out somewhere, so I decided to go and take a shower and change out of my work clothes and then start on a special dinner for her. I went up the stairs and I pushed open our bedroom door and that’s when I found Chloe.
She was on her back, some guy between her thighs. She had her legs wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back, and he was thrusting into her. For a moment, I just stood there. I didn’t know what to say or do to stop this spectacle that was still playing out in front of me. I made no sound, but my presence must have altered the atmosphere in the room or something because Chloe peeked over his shoulder and saw me.
We were both frozen in time for what felt like forever, but in reality, was merely twenty, maybe twenty-five seconds. In that time, we looked at each other, Chloe’s face horror stricken, mine angry. And the whole time, the naked ass kept moving as that guy fucked my wife.
The spell broke finally, and Chloe pushed the man off her. He started to object but then he saw me standing in the doorway and he rushed to cover himself. I rolled my eyes. As if I wanted to look at him.
“It isn’t what it looks like,” Chloe said as I took a step into the room.
“Oh really?” I said quietly.
“Really,” Chloe said.
“So, what is it then?” I ask. “Because it looks a lot like some scum bag is fucking my wife and I’m about to divorce her ass.”
At that point, the aforementioned scum bag scurried past me, his jeans and shirt both still open and his sneakers in his hand.
“It… it didn’t mean anything Tyler. I swear it didn’t. Just you were never here and the odd time you were, you were always tired and stressed and well, a woman has needs,” she said.
“Get out,” I said.
Chloe frowned and then she nodded her head.
“Yes. I’ll get out of bed and shower and then we’ll talk,” she said.
“No,” I said, keeping my voice cold and neutral, not willing to let her see how much she had hurt me. “Get out of my house Chloe. We’re done.”
She got up from the bed and came towards me. She tried to put her hand on my cheek, but I pushed it away. I could smell him on her, and it was taking everything I had not to retch.
“Tyler please,” she said, tears forming in her eyes. “I love you.”
“Well, if this is your idea of love, I don’t want it,” I said. “Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the police and have them remove you.”
She left, the divorce happened and that was it. Or at least it should have been it. But Chloe isn’t one to accept feeling like she lost a battle, and she wasn’t about to let me seemingly ‘win’ our divorce. She couldn’t take me to the cleaners financially because we had an airtight prenuptial agreement that made it quite clear that if she cheated on me, she got nothing, and we both knew she wouldn’t risk doing time for perjury by lying about that in court. So, she decided to hit me where it really hurt, and she went after me to my family and friends.
The first I heard of it was when I got a call from Angela, my sister. She was pissed off with me to say the least, shouting and screaming at me for hurting Chloe, telling me what a keeper she was and how I had been stupid enough to lose her. At first, I thought she meant the hours and stuff, the fact that I had likely neglected her needs somewhat and she had felt the need to fall into the arms of another man. But no. I eventually figured out that Angela was under the impression that I had been the one to cheat on Chloe.
Of course, I denied it and tried to explain to Angela what really happened, but she wasn’t having any of it. Not a single thing I said convinced her that I was the one who had been cheated on, not the one doing the cheating. Chloe had always been one of those people that is just believed. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because she’s so damned good at playing the victim. Whatever it was, she had convinced my own sister that I was the bastard in our relationship.
Luckily, despite Angela thinking I had cheated on Chloe, she didn’t want to actually fall out with me and in the end, we decided to make Chloe and all of that business a subject that was off limits. Chloe might have gotten Angela mad at me, but she couldn’t actually take her away from me. The same can’t be said about our mutual friends though.
Of course, some of the guys still come for a beer with me and we still hang out now and again, but it’s not the same because all of their girlfriends and wives think that I am a cheat who broke their friend’s heart, and it makes pursuing a friendship difficult to say the least.
So yeah. That’s the story of Chloe and me. Fun, isn’t it?
People say now that I’m not over Chloe, but I am. I know why they say it. It’s because I haven’t made any effort to find another girlfriend since the divorce. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved Chloe and it did take me a couple of months of feeling sorry for myself to get over her, but I did get over her. I just realized, in those months of singledom, that I preferred it that way.
If I stayed single, there was no chance of me getting hurt like that again which was a big thing for me. But it was more than just that. While I was single, I could pour all my time and energy into the business and make it work, something I hadn’t been able to do when I was married. If Chloe thought the hours I was putting in when we were together was bad, she should have seen how many more hours I would have liked to have been able to put in. And once I was single, I could do it.
