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)
Once she got me trespassed, it was like needles under my skin each time he left to go to her place. It was bad enough that he hadn’t moved me in with him as yet; always promises of soon. I don’t see why the kids should care if I lived there or not since they’d already met me, but that was the excuse he’d used.
Then he started disappearing every lunch break with the excuse of going to business meetings in the beginning, but soon he stopped even giving me a reason. It was obvious that he no longer cared what I thought because if he did, he’d have realized that since we’d used our lunch breaks to fuck that with him disappearing like that, I’d suspect that he was doing the same thing again, only with someone else this time.
But when I searched through his phone, I found nothing, and there were no other signs of anything going on. But then she started coming to the office, and I got suspicious, which, as it turned out, was for the best because that’s how I learned that they were fucking, by listening in at the door. That was the day everything came crashing down around me, and my life started spiraling out of control.
Now I’m here at the airport trying to find them in a sea of people and strange faces with a gut full of rocks and fear.
THE BITCH
The more I sat there waiting, the more enraged I became; I was seething when I recalled all that had happened in the last few months. After the trespass, things just kept going downhill more and more. Once I learned about their affair, though, is when things really started coming undone.
I couldn’t believe he was cheating on me or that I didn’t see it coming. Sure, he’d been acting strange when it came to her and the kids, but I thought that was only normal since they’d been together for so long, and it would take some time to get used to the new changes in his life.
I started stalking her social media even harder once I was no longer allowed to go for pickups because she’d gone from barely posting to posting almost daily, which was good for me because I got to keep tabs on her that way.
There was nothing about the two of them, just a lot of shit about him spending time with their brats, but I noticed more and more that I couldn’t reach him when he went to pick the kids up, and he was taking longer and longer to boot to get back to me.
Then she started answering his phone and texts, giving me bullshit excuses about him spending time with the kids. I was a fool; I should’ve put my foot down and made him do something, should’ve made it so that she never saw him alone again, but I thought because we were still having intimacy, that things were still working in my favor.
And then he stopped. It was like a switch was turned, and he became a different person. He didn’t invite me over, there were no more floral deliveries to my place every Thursday like I’d demanded and a whole lot more seemed to just change overnight.
The worst part was the end of our sex life. It was the only power I had over him, after all, but he just stopped even touching me in passing, which made me lash out at him in anger. The fights we had were ones that I used to imagine them having when she found out about us.
I felt gutted, deranged even each time he had to see her, that’s why I’d thrown caution to the wind and started driving by his place while he was there for pickup. I don’t know how many times I wanted to go knock on her door and drag him out of there, law or no law.
Then, that day, while listening from outside of his office door, my suspicions were confirmed, and I felt as if my life was over. That smug look she gave me that day haunted my nights to the point I wanted to kill her. I never felt so much humiliation as I did that following week when all anyone in the office would talk about was how great it was that they were back together.
I’d ignored the fact that most of my coworkers knew her from those parties at their home that came to an end after the divorce. I’d forgotten that most of them liked her, so when I first started hearing the whispers, it was a shock.
I had literally overlooked them as humans because they played no part in my plans and were insignificant to me. But that first week, I realized they hated me, had hated me all along for bringing up that perfect marriage. They were all acting like those college bitches in their cliques.