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I think the shock of seeing them together, the way he was so different with her. He touched her like she was the most precious thing in his world, whispered in her ear the way he never did with me. Her cries of pleasure, why did they sound so intimate? Like to long-lost lovers who knew everything about each other and just where and how to touch, they moved together right in front of me, and it was too much.
Maybe that’s when I gave myself away, I must’ve made some sound or the other. But I was almost certain that she’d looked right at me as if she knew I was there, even though the Tiki lights she’d lit didn’t reach the far corner of the fence where I stood on the stone I’d dragged there.
I still thought all was well, that there was no way she had seen me, but that was until the next day when I was arrested at work, no less, and taken to the precinct for breaching the terms of the trespass.
Everything went to hell after that. I lost my job because of the arrest and the impending case. News spread like wildfire and I still don’t know how that happened. But even after the case where I only got community service and a fine, I didn’t give up on the two of us getting back together.
I’d put too much work into the relationship and stood to lose too much if I gave up now. So I amped up the phone calls and texts, only for him to give me the brush-off. I staked out his apartment only to learn that he was hardly ever there because he had practically moved back in with her.
I couldn’t go to the job either. The last time I tried, the security guard who used to flirt with me looked at me like I was a stranger and threatened to have me arrested if I didn’t leave. I couldn’t fight for my job on the grounds that there was a clause in my contract that stated arrest with reason enough for immediate termination.
I was going to be out of money soon. I could no longer afford the high-rise apartment I had to rent to keep up appearances. I’d stopped saving once I trapped Justin in my web and was only waiting days to move into his place where I wouldn’t have even the burden of rent on my shoulders.
All of my money went to buying new clothes and all those things that make a girl pretty and desirable. I figured since he’d spent so much money on her in the divorce, he would be doing the same for me. I was sure that he was so hooked on my pussy that he would do anything to keep coming back for more, so I didn’t take the usual precautions.
Now, I wish that I had poked holes in his condoms or done something, anything, to be able to stay in his life. If I had his kid, I’d be sitting pretty if he ever left me and had to pay child support. She was getting more than five grand for each kid, plus her alimony was almost three times that amount.
With that kind of money, she could’ve stayed home every day like she was accustomed to, but instead, she had to go get a job, which only made Justin praise her even more, when we were still together and which led to them sneaking around in the afternoons to have sex the way we did.
After the case was settled, I told myself to leave well enough alone. I ended up having to move back in with my parents, who lived about forty-five minutes away, but it was better than having to get on a plane.
They hadn’t asked too many questions because they were just so happy that I was back in their lives and, from the looks of it, doing well. I told them a story about the company downsizing and me deciding to take a break and spend some time with them before looking for another job.
I know my past conduct will be disposed, and given the nature of my work, word spreads, and the community is pretty tight-knit, so the chances of me finding a job in my field anywhere within a five-hour radius are pretty slim.
I sold most of my things to get some ready cash, and of course, I had my credit cards, so I was able to keep up appearances. I spent those first couple of weeks stalking both Callie and Justin. First their socials and then in person. I couldn’t help it; I had to see what was going on with my eyes.
It was obvious they were back together, but the first I knew that she was aware that I was following her on social media was when she reposted something I had posted. The nasty people from my old job, the ones that were following me at least, all made snarky comments when I complained in what was supposed to be a private group about her old, used-up ass trying to steal my man.
If this was happening to someone else I would’ve found it very funny, but being at the wrong end of this farce is in no way a laughing matter. Each day felt more and more like hell, and then my parents started bugging me about looking for a job, which worked to some extent because now I could spend my days outside her house while pretending to be working.
I lost time as days ran together, and I didn’t know some days what was day and what was night. And always, there were the social media posts. The day she announced her pregnancy was one of the hardest days of my life. I can still remember the numbness that overcame me, the sense of dread, and that horrible screaming in the confines of my car.
CHAPTER 14
“Home at last. Aren’t you going home?” We’d driven back to the house from the airport in his car and brought the bags in now, all I wanted was a long hot shower and my bed alone. I’d screwed him enough on vacation to last at least a month, but he was still on my ass.
I’m not sure what his deal is, but I’ve told him more than once that he can’t change the baby’s parentage by fucking me each time he blinked. My tits were already filling in nicely, and he was even more fascinated. Of course, I used that to my advantage.
My tops keep getting lower and lower, and I slap his hand away each time he tries to cop a feel unless I’m in the mood, that is, then I let him have free rein.
“I’m staying, and before you argue, it’s too late, and I’m tired.”
“Suit yourself; I’m going to take a shower; you can sleep in one of the guestrooms.” I knew damn good, and well, he was going to whine his way into my snatch, which is exactly what I wanted.
Now, I used to be a compassionate person. I lived by the rules and did my best to be a decent human being after his affair and our divorce not so much. I had purposely let it be known when we were arriving back in town and had done everything but give them a gate number.
Anyone with half a brain only had to put the pieces together to figure it out. I got the idea when I watched her on the third day of our vacation going back and forth in her car in front of my house. She didn’t come onto the property, but she did that every day we were gone.
I decided to give her a little souvenir from our trip, that’s why I didn’t say anything when I saw her at the airport. Justin wasn’t even looking; he was too busy making sure we had all our bags and that I was comfortable after the long flight.
I played it up when he stood right there at arrivals and rubbed my lower back, which I claimed was aching. When he kissed my forehead, I thought she was going to break character and show herself, but I pulled him away before she could do that.
I stepped out of the shower and took my time with my bedtime routine before entering the master bedroom. I’d heard the shower in one of the guestrooms while I was taking care of my face, so I knew he, too, had taken a shower after our long plane ride.
I pretended disinterest when I walked back into the room and found him there lounging on my bed in his pajama pants. “It’s kinda stuffy in here.” It was not, but I needed an excuse to open the window and give myself a chance to see if she was still out there.
I asked Alexa, the nosy bitch to play a particular song and turned up the volume, then, as if I wasn’t just complaining about being tired, started to dance. Nice and slow, in front of the open window, with I’m Every Woman playing on full blast.
