Chapter 2

A few days passed and Reba could not do anything but think about what her life was turning into. She felt weak, depressed, and empty. She hadn't come out of her room in days. The children were worried about her, they knew what she was going through was very difficult. Cheyenne decided it was time for her to go talk to her mom and so she did.

"mom, open up it's me."

"Cheyenne, honey, not right now, I don't feel to well."

"no mom, you've been locked in there for days, it's not healthy."

" please don't bother me."

"mom if you don't open up, i will tell dad whats going on."

"oh no that's okay, we dont need him any more, bj needs him." reba said sarcastically

" okay then open up."

Reba openend the door slowly and cheyenne knew her mother had been crying for days straight. She hated seeing her mother like this, her mother was so strong and here she is crying over her dad. God sometimes he could be such a jerk.

"mom, you can't throw your life away because of him."

" Cheyenne, it's not easy I depended on your father for everything."

" i know mom, but, hey wait i got a great idea!"

"huh?" reba said with a confused look on her face.

"we'll make him jealous!"

"and hows that going to work?"

" well since you guys aren't divorced he can still get angry that someones going out with his wife."

reba was surprised that her daughter would think of such a scheme and so quickly,but she was still confused.

"i don't think i could go through with that."

"and why not?"

"because it's wrong!"

" he did it to you."

" Bu-, I think you may have a point, but where are we going to find a guy?"

"mom, old guys hit on me all the time."

"I AM NOT OLD."

" if you keep acting like this, you will be."

" okay fine."

" alright here's the plan, I'll call dad and tell him you can't pick me up from school, and he'll drive me home and I'll have him come in whil you're making out with some guy on the couch."

"woahh making out?, can't we just be talking?"

"mom, remember dad feels superior to any guy, so if you're just talking he's not going to get jealous."

" i guess you're right"

"well ofcourse I'm right."

"thanks cheyenne."

" anytime mom."

The day had gone by so quickly, and sooner or later the day had come to get her revenge on Brock. Cheyenne had found her mom a gorgeous guy named Brad. He had dark black hair and green eyes. They both liked each other a lot and had so many things in common. It was around 3:15 in the afternoon , Reba heard Brock pulling into the drive way, so she quickly grabbed Brad's shirt and pulled him into one of her heated kisses.

While Outside:

"Dad, thanks for picking me up from school."

"no problem sweetie."

"do you want to come in?"

" is your mother home? because i really don't think shes too happy with me right now."

" she shouldn't be, she said she was going out."

" okay, but only for 5 minutes."

Brock walked in and his jaw dropped, reba, his reba was kissing some other guy and it was intense, god he just wanted to strangle that guy for even layin a finger on his wife. He felt like he'd just been stabbed 30 times with a knife. He started to get really angry, and heated up with jealousy.

" What the hell's going on here?"

"Brock, what are you doing here?" said reba trying to sound surprised

" oh what a shocker, is this why you were too busy to pick cheyenne up from school?"

Reba, who is this guy?" said brad

" oh i'll tell you who i am, i'm her husband, you idiot."

Brad put his arm around reba, and she just smiled.

"listen pal, keep your hands off my wife."

"Brock, stop acting like a gigantic butt!"

"Reba, can i see you in the kitchen for a moment." said brock motioning his hand towards the kitchen.

" do you want me to come with you?" said brad to reba.

"oh i swear to god, your pushing it."

"brock calm down, and no it's okay honey, i'll be back in 5 minutes."

"honey? you call him honey?"

" oh be quiet brock and come in the kitchen."

in the kitchen:

"reba what's wrong with you?"

"wrong?, nothings wrong brock."

" oh really then what are you doing making out with some stranger who's like beyond your age range?"

" first of all his names brad, and he's a year older than you. and second of all we're separated going on to a divorce, i need to move on."

" so quickly?." brock said calming down.

" brock, i've depended on you for everything, and i need to learn on how to move on with myself and my life. are you okay?"

" no i'm not. i walk into my house and i see my wife kissing some guy she probably just met. and it hurt me a lot."

" oh welcome to my world."

" what?"

" brock, this was all a plan to make you feel the way i felt, to make you feel guilty, and feel hurt,"

" oh?"

" i think you were a little jealous?"

" jealous? me jealous? you think i'm jealous."

" oh i don't think your jealous i think you're burning with envy."

" am not!"

" you are too!"

" no i'm not!"

"yes you-"

brock could help himself and he leaned in and kissed reba, before she even finished her sentence, she couldn't help but respond back. They loved eachother, there was no doubt about that, he couldn't help it she looked so beautiful, and she just needed him. Random thoughts were going through reba's head. Should she let him kiss her, should she stop, her mind said it was wrong, but her heart told her she loved him, and she wanted him, and what could it hurt? it wasn't bad she was still his wife, and he was her husband.