I had been working overtime lately and instead of being upset or asking me to try to get out of it like he used to my husband seemed almost glad. I tried to tell myself I was overthinking he had just adjusted to the fact that sometimes my job needed me to go above and beyond. We always went on a vacation when things settled down so maybe he was just looking forward to that. One day the system crashed we would all be free until it was back up. I got dinner from his favorite restaurant and headed home. I no sooner opened the door, and I knew all my worst fears were real. My husband was having an affair, and he wasn't even being cautious or reserved about it. The food slipped from my grip as I entered my house their enthusiastic screams echoing threw my home. I wanted to turn and flee, to run far away and never looked back, but I needed to see, to know.
I snuck up the stairs and slowly pushed open the door. There on our bed was my husband behind a woman. She had skin that looked like coffee with too much cream in it and breasts large enough they swayed as with every thrust. She was toned and glistened with sweat, but her face was what really caught my attention. She was moaning and her eyes were shut but, in her expression, there was a softness, a vulnerability, something again to longing and loss. I wanted to know more, and I found myself standing there transfixed not watching them have sex, and not gathering courage for confrontation, but studying her face and body.
She was fucking my husband. Objectively I should be furious, I should hate her, maybe even want revenge, but I was captivated. Her face in between moans would show glimpses of her raw emotions and none of them said love or attraction. There was no desire or deception. I would see despair, self-loathing, a current of warmth that look like it wanted to embrace the world until it felt better, and dread. I backed out slowly, went downstairs, picked up the food, and went out to the car. I picked up my phone and Texted Brian, my husband, "Systems down. Picked up food. Home in twenty."
Fifteen minutes later he walked the beautiful woman to the door and leaned in for a kiss, she stepped back, shook her head no and walked to her car. I was parked down the street filming the whole thing. Not for divorce, though that was coming, for research. I needed to know who this captivating woman was and why she was spending evenings with my husband. No sooner did she leave and I pulled up in front of the house.
"Hey, it slid of the seat, but I think it's still edible," I said holding up the messed-up bag of take out and delivering the prepared excuse I had come up with. He took it with what appeared to be a forced smile, but I could have just been projecting. After all, if I was making love to her and he had interrupt I would have to fake the smile that followed. I should have been embraced or trying to deny these thoughts, but he had broken his vows and betrayed my trust so I could see no reason to force my feelings aside. The system was down for three days, but I didn't tell Brian that. I left every morning like I was going to work. First, I hired a private eye to figure out who the woman was. He probably thought I wanted prove for the divorce, but I had no intention of getting this entrancing beauty caught up in my divorce. Next Is I started the divorce proceedings. Then I spent the rest of my time seeing how entwined these two had become, but what I found surpassed all my expectations. The beautiful goddess that had entranced my heart was not the only woman my husband was bringing into our marital bed. The first night was a blond, the second a girl with jet black hair in waves, on the third my wild goddess finally reappeared. Still looking somehow reluctant to be there, but obviously excited by his touch. I had a name now it was Misha and she was his secretary. She had been promoted a month ago and before that she had been on the verge of being fired. Paperwork error cost the company millions was blamed on her. No evidence, but stories of convience often win in the corporate world.
He had shielded her, then elevated her, then manipulated her into being his plaything. I was disgusted by this man I thought I loved just days before. Now I knew I had felt settled in a life filled with illusions and now that the light was on and the props revealed I could never go back.
On the fourth day I went back to work. I was working even more overtime now, but I had the private eye taking photos of every woman my husband brought home and gathering evidence of what they were doing. I told him not to watch him with Misha but get pictures of her going in and out. He seemed confused but followed my orders. Meanwhile I also had him figuring out Misha's schedule. I know it was a little creepy, but I wanted to meet Misha and hopefully before she learned who I was. 'm sure he thought it was some kind of confrontation I was trying to put together, or I wanted to trick her into helping me ruin him, but I didn't need her help to ruin him and if I wanted to confront her I would have to take sabbatical from work or rent a lecture hall for all the women who had appeared in his life.
"So, from what I can tell the parade of woman are one time he picks them up through dating apps or bars sometimes. When he doesn't have someone and you'll be gone he brings Misha in. She doesn't seem to have much say in it though she does make him wear a condom. She knows about the other women," Jermey, the private eye explained to me. We were sitting at a table at a small cafe near my work on my lunch break, "She takes lunch by the fountain near there building. If you still want to confront her this the best spot."
I nodded. I had explained several times I just wanted to meet, but like all the other men in my life he never listened when I spoke. After lunch I talked to my boss, and we agreed I didn't have to come back after lunch tomorrow, but I had to make up the hours tonight. I did data entry and all information needed to be caught up by the end of each quarter so their quarterly reports would be accurate.
I texted Brian and he quickly replied with fake sympathy, "That's rough babe, but I'll be strong."
I could imagine him tripping over himself figuring out what he would do with all that extra free time. I could only hope he had a girl lined up and I had not forced Misha into a longer than usual night with him. I finished at one and decided there was a little hotel a block away I would crash out there for a few hours instead of driving home. My nervous wouldn't settle down as I prepared to meet the girl of my dreams.