Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
My doorbell rang, breaking me out of my reverie, and I rushed to answer because I’d finally gotten both kids down for a nap. I was surprised to see my ex-mother-in-law standing there with Jacob.
“Helen, I didn’t know you were coming by today. Did I get something mixed up?”
“No, dear!” She looked over her shoulder at Jacob, patted my shoulder, and walked into the house. I felt my face blush when he looked me up and down.
“What’s the matter?”
“Good, you’re wearing jeans; you won’t need to change.”
“Change into what? What’s going on?” Before I could say anything more, Helen met me at the door with my purse and ushered me out the door.
“Go on with Jacob; I’ll stay here with the kids.” She pushed me out and closed the door, leaving me standing there with my mouth agape as I stared at Jacob for answers. He took my hand and led me to his luxury SUV, helped me climb up into the passenger seat, and belted me in before walking around to his side.
I looked back at the house until it was out of sight, then turned to him to ask again where I was going. “Relax, it’s a surprise and one I know you’ll enjoy.” For some reason, I felt very self-conscious about being alone in the car with him.
We’ve never been alone before, and I’ve never been in his car. One or both of the kids were always around, or some of our mutual friends. I felt so uncomfortable and was blushing too hard I had to lower my head so that my hair would hide my face and start fiddling with my phone.
He didn’t try to start a conversation; he just turned the radio to a decent station and drove. We arrived somewhere half an hour later and all I could think was that the kids would be waking in another hour and a half or so.
I looked out of the car window at the unfamiliar building, “What is this place?” He didn’t answer, when he left the car and walked around to help me down. “Rage Room!”
HOMEWRECKING SKANK
Isat in the breakroom at lunch, waiting for him to come join me, but he was nowhere in sight. I checked my watch again and it was already ten minutes since lunch started. I know he still feels a way about us being public here, but it’s been a while, and everybody knows already.
I’m no longer the dirty little secret, and there’s no need to hide it anymore, but still, he gets all bent out of shape each time one of these nosy bitches looks at him side-eye. I don’t really care about their judgment. Some of them act more butt hurt than Rachel, who I’m sure played victim, and that’s why they’re all like that.
I even tried talking to the ones who had been friendly before the affair came to light, but they’ve been giving me the cold shoulder ever since. It’s very isolating, for sure, but it doesn’t really matter because I got what I wanted. Doug!
I don’t know why people are acting as if we’re so wrong for finding each other. Why do people prefer others to be unhappy? Should he have stayed in a loveless marriage just to satisfy society’s fucked up norms?
I’m the one he chose. Long before she learned about us, each time he came to me for sex or just to feel human again, he was choosing me. Now, everyone is acting like we committed a crime. Nothing about us as people has changed, we’re still the same driven individuals we’ve always been who get our jobs done and pay our bills and taxes just like everyone else.
Why should we be ostracized and looked down upon just because we fell in love? I tried calling his phone, but it went straight to voicemail, so I figured he’d been called into a last-minute meeting or something. So I went ahead and ate my lunch alone while everyone else in the room tried to pretend that I wasn’t there.
I think it’s high time I did something about this behavior. I refuse to be bullied at work for my personal choices. If this keeps up, HR will be my next step. No one can prove that we fucked on the job because we were always careful, so it’s none of their business what we do in our own free time. There’s no morality clause in our contracts, and I’m willing to bet there’s more than one love triangle going on in this place.
I passed by Doug’s office, but he was still not back, and I had to get back to my office. I’ve been finding it hard to concentrate for the last couple of days since the feeling of restlessness overcame me. I’m not sure what, but something about those pictures Rachel had posted of the baby’s birthday party has been rubbing me the wrong way.