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“I had a great timeafterward,” he says, his head tilting to the side. Even in the darkness, I can make out his indulgent smile.
He fucked her.
That’s what he meant. His tone and body language—everything implies it. Plus, Whitney is practically in pajamas. He fucked her, and now he’s getting his goodbye kiss.
Oh God, I want to kill him.
I take a deep breath. I need to get my temper under control. If I walk any farther forward, one of them will see me.
Stephen takes a step and sets a hand on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb along her collarbone.
Get your fucking hand off my wife.
“I want to take you out again. What are you doing Friday afternoon?”
Whitney frowns, and her gaze grows unfocused. “You know… I think I’m free. I don’t have my weekly lunches with Mark anymore.
“I don’t want to talk about Mark.”
Whitney lifts a hand and tucks a strand of hair behind her ears. “I’m sorry. It’s a habit.”
My jaw clenches. How dare he make her feel uncomfortable for talking about me in such a perfunctory way. Of course it’s a habit to talk about me. I’m her fucking husband. We were each other’s world for twenty-three years.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I want you to be able to talk to me about anything. Even him. Just not…when I’m about to kiss you.”
I intake a sharp breath when his mouth presses against hers.
He’s kissing my wife, and my vision grows blurry.
It’s his right to touch her. That’s what happens when you throw your marriage away. Someone steps in and steals your whole world from you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
You can only stand and impotently watch.
After what feels like an eternity, he finally pulls away. He steps back and lifts his head heavenward. “God.” He runs his hands through his hair. “You make me crazy.”
“I never thought I would feel this way again,” Whitney says, her voice wistful.
My heart stops.
My head grows so foggy I sway forward. Why am I letting myself watch this? This is torture.
I’ve lost her. She’s gone.
The next thing I know, Stephen is driving away. Whitney lingers for a moment before walking to the porch. I’m pulled toward her. I can’t stop myself. I have nothing to lose.
I never thought I would feel this way again.
My footsteps must catch her attention, because she suddenly whips around. “What are you doing here?”
I wince. “I just… I had to know…”
She crosses her arms over her chest and marches toward me. “You didn’t have to know anything. This was a huge invasion of my privacy. God!” She shuts her eyes. “I’m going to kill Cole for sending you that text.”
“Don’t blame him. This was good for me… I… I can’t…”
The despair descends over me suddenly. It’s so potent I fall to my knees and wrap my arms around her thighs.
Whitney
