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)
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.
“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.
THE BITCH
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.