Justin and Becca
Chapter One
The moment that she had been dreading had just happened. It was not meant to be this way, but if she was totally honest, she knew this was the only way it would happen, the only way he would find out. She would never have had the nerve to tell him the truth. When was she supposed to tell him? What was she supposed to say? The months of lies, of sneaking about and of deception were hard, there was no denying that, but being honest was even harder. Still, as she sat up on the bed, unable to look him in the eye, hearing his voice getting louder, she could not help but wonder if she had made the right decision.
"Did you think I would never find out? Did you?" Jake shouted as he struggled to contain the anger that was rapidly building in his body. His eyes darted from one half-naked body to the other as he tried to take in the scene that had greeted him when he had entered the room. Two shirts laying in a heap on the floor, one black and the other blue, but neither of them his. His wife of less than a year was sitting on one half of the bed, a pillow covering her upper body. On the other half of the bed sat someone else. Receiving no reply and unable to control his emotions, he turned and headed for the door, desperate to erase the image of Becca, his beautiful wife, half-naked on their bed, kissing another.
"Jake, I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out like this. Jake, wait!" Becca cried, as she grabbed her discarded shirt from the floor and headed for the bedroom door, struggling to keep up with her enraged husband. She managed to grab hold of his arm just before he reached the door of the flat.
"Jake, please stop. I need to explain". She regretted those words the moment they left her mouth. How could she explain? How could she tell her husband, the husband that had supported her in the last few months since her father had died? How could she tell him she was in love, not with him, but with someone else?