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“Somebody’s in a mood.” He left the bed and came over to me, wrapping his arms around me, and I gave in and let him kiss me. Not that it was a hardship; his kisses are amazing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and turned so that there was no way he could see her out there, but all the while knowing she had a front-row seat.
I didn’t stop him when he lifted my nightgown over my head, didn’t stop him when he walked me backward to the bed, and I definitely didn’t stop him when he spread my legs and went down on me, though I knew she couldn’t see that part. I doubt she could hear my screams of pleasure over the music, but whatever, I’d forgotten her by my first orgasm.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, my plan is to annihilate this trick in every way possible. I don’t just want her to feel what I felt; I want her to have it worse because I never set out to destroy her the way she did with me.
I knew she was jobless, living with her parents, and broke, but that wasn’t enough. For the rest of her life I want her to remember everything I’m about to do to her. Why? Because for the rest of my life, she’s going to be the woman who came between my husband and me.
If I have to live the rest of my life with her in the shadows, always a specter in one of the worst experiences of my life, I’ll be damned if she gets to move on to the next one without repercussions.
I have no doubt that a wretch like her could get back on her feet with little effort, but I didn’t plan on giving her that chance. I want her scabies-ridden ass to know that some people shouldn’t be fucked with. I’m not sure where people got the idea that wealthy women are dumb, but I wasn’t born under a damn rock. Not only that, but I have kids to think about if not myself, and there was no way I was going to let Justin get away with taking anything away from them. As for him, his suffering has only just begun.
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THE BITCH
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That bitch! That filthy disgusting bitch! I got out of my car and started walking toward their house but remembered in the nick of time not to step onto her grass. I was confused for a minute and nothing came together in my head. No two thoughts would stick, and I felt panicked and out of my depth, something I never experienced before.
By the time I made it back to my car, the world was spinning, and I wanted to puke again. I sat there with my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out as I tried to catch my breath, but it didn’t help.
I grabbed my phone and tried calling his number, but it didn’t even go to voice mail. How could he do this to me? How could he make me suffer the humiliation of going back to her? I thought it was bad when she first announced that she was pregnant, but this feels like a different kind of hell.
I’d already seen them together, so I don’t know what made this different. But it felt different. It felt like a slap in the face, especially with that song playing in the background. It was as if she knew I was there, but I knew there was no way she could since I hadn’t been on their property, and I had made sure to stay out of sight while at the airport and had stayed two cars behind on the way back here.
I looked toward the open window again and could only imagine what they were doing in there. I’d seen him dance with her, seen him kiss her before they disappeared. The pain was unbearable, like hot coals in the pit of my stomach.
I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw the lights behind me and realized there were two cops coming up behind me. When they parked and got out, I almost shit myself. If I get another citation, it would be bad for me not only in this town but anywhere I go to get a job in the country.
How did they know I was here? I’ve been doing this for months, and no one ever did or said anything, so why now? I rolled down the window when the knock came. “Good evening, officer. What can I do for you?”
“We received a complaint about a strange car in the neighborhood. License and registration.”
“I was just about to leave, officer. I was just doing some work on my phone.” My heart was beating so loud that I heard it. He took my information and, thankfully, only let me off with a warning and sent me on my way.
Does this mean that I can’t hang out there any longer? Will my car be reported every time I show up from now on? But how was I supposed to get close to Justin now? I wasn’t allowed at my old job and he was never at his apartment. This is the only place where I stood a chance of getting to him. Now, it seemed like I was going to lose this as well. It's not fair. None of this is fair.
CHAPTER 15
Did I forget to mention that I made a call to the local precinct before leaving the bathroom earlier tonight? I asked for a particular officer who was familiar with the case because I didn’t want her behind bars again. I asked only that she be let off with a warning this time.
He’s under the impression that I’m a compassionate, kind woman. While I know damn good and well, that I’m helping her dig a grave deep enough to keep her ass buried.
That’s on account of the fact that there were days I felt like I was being buried alive. When the weight of the affair and the ensuing divorce laid heavily on my shoulders and heart and, I didn’t know if I was going to make it to the next day. My kids needing me was the only thing I had back then, and it was what basically pulled me through the rough times.
But I don’t want to be one of those women who lives only for her kids. I’m still relatively young with a lot of life left to live after all. Now, here’s the thing. I thought that after all this, I would hate my ex, but surprisingly, it didn’t happen.
I’m not sure what I expected, maybe that I’d hate his guts overnight, but for some stupid reason I could never forget the good times, the times when he was there for me. I don’t blame just Daisy Dukes for the failure of my marriage, neither do I blame only him, I accept that I played a part in the demise of our union. That does not mean that I had any part in their decision to be pond-sucking scum and cheat, but I’m no hypocrite.
What my darling husband doesn’t seem to realize or didn’t at the time of the affair is that neither of us is the same people we were when we first met. Our priorities changed, at least mine did, once we had kids and the things I was free to do in the past were no longer viable.
He on the other hand, seemed to think that since I carry the label of mom, that meant all parental responsibilities rested on my shoulders. When he was on with the kids, he was on; he just wasn’t on often enough.
He was tired from work, and I was tired from being at home with the kids all day with no real help. Who the fuck had time to pander to his ego after spending all day cleaning up spills and trying to keep the place in order?
His mom raised him on her own, so he thought I should do the same.
The fact that she only had him seems to have gone completely over his idiot head. Even his mom told him I needed more help, but I never wanted to use her as my babysitter because the woman had a damn life and had raised her kid already. His freaky ass likes getting me pregnant but clocks out when the real work begins.
