Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Now, she apparently isn’t aware that I have cameras all over my place, and even if she sneaks onto the property from the wooded back lot, I can still see her. I didn’t say anything to anyone about seeing her back there because she was only making things easier for me.
That night I didn’t have to do too much sweet talking to get Justin into the hot tub with me, and I’m pretty sure, even though it was dark out, that I was looking dead at her while I rode his dick. His words of love must’ve been torture to her ears, and when he started talking about how much he regretted giving up my golden pussy, I expected her to die on the other side of my fence. Did I mention that Justin is a talker?
Anyway, I figured since I spent so much time imagining the two of them together, it was only fair that she got a front-row seat. I had to make sure and get Justin off with my pussy gymnastics because I wasn’t too jazzed about her seeing my naked ass once he’d done what I expected. He’s been saying that same shit every time we fuck.
After the deed was done and we were back in our robes, I pretended to hear a noise coming from back there. Justin looked off in the dark but saw nothing, but of course I just knew what I heard and had to check the cameras to see what was what.
He damn near passed out from anger when he saw her. Now he knew she was really crazy. “I’m calling the cops; this is getting out of hand. He tried convincing me to let him handle it but I wasn’t having any of it.
“No, you might be willing to take a chance with my life, but I’m not.”
I called and made my complaint and was just frightened enough when the cops showed up at my door, or at least I gave a good impression of it, to have them springing into action. Can’t have a crazy woman on the loose now, can we?
As I half expected, in the coming weeks, she claimed to be pregnant, which had Justin shitting bricks and breaking his back to convince me that they always used protection, and besides, he hadn’t touched her since we started our little fling. I half believe him because I went out of my way to fuck him dry during that time.
I guess she didn’t realize that all new arrestees are subjected to examination, so imagine her surprise when the test came back negative. Now, I didn’t want her behind bars for too long. What would be the fun of that? How would she get to witness my spectacular life if she was locked away?
I knew she was looking at a hefty fine and maybe some community service because my local district is all about rehabilitation, especially for first offenders. But she lost her cushy job and had to move back in with her parents, cussing me with each step she took.
It was about the right time to announce my pregnancy, I think.
CHAPTER 8
Up until now, I guess I’ve been talking as if my divorce was a cakewalk. As if I went through that whole ordeal, including the leadup, like some superwoman, some cold, heartless bitch who wasn’t bothered in the least by all of it. I’m not here to mislead other women going through that, this, it was hell.
The first time I had solid proof of the affair, it felt like someone had scalded my heart with hot oil. The pain was excruciating. My first instinct was to burn everything he owned, hunt her down, and peel the flesh from her bones. I imagined doing it all.
That morning, as luck would have it, my youngest daughter, Ashley, came down with a fever. I remember watching my husband walk out the door after hearing this with nothing more than call the pediatrician.
It was then that a light went off in my head. What would I be fighting to hold onto? I know some friends would’ve told me to stay, but that would only be to save face in front of other people who were enduring their own hell just to keep up appearances, no thanks.
I sat that day with my sick child and let all the emotions have their turn ripping me apart. At the end of the day, it wasn’t the sexual affair that bothered me the most; it was the emotional intimacy that ripped me apart.
The thought of him sharing what we once had with someone else. Laughing with her, telling her about his dreams, making plans with her. Those are the things that made my jealousy rabid.
It hadn’t always been like that, of course. At the beginning of our relationship, he was the most attentive, loving, kind, and compassionate boyfriend then husband. He spoiled me so much that I didn’t work the first few years of our marriage, even when there were no kids, because he didn’t want me to.