Honey I'm Home
The dinner date with her old college roommate did not go as well as Claire had hoped. Melanie had not been feeling well so Claire decided to stay with her for a little bit and chat. After a few hours, Claire could tell that Melanie was getting sicker and her face was as pale as a ghost. Claire had been so looking forward to sitting around and reminiscing about the old times but Melanie's heart just wasn't into it. She gave it a valiant effort though and Claire decided Melanie really needed to get some rest. They hugged each other and hoped to get together maybe later in the week. It wasn't what Claire was hoping for but she still felt lucky to spend some time her old bestie.
She stood now rummaging through her over sized purse like a million times before looking for her hotel key card and swearing tomorrow that she was going to buy a smaller purse but she knew in her heart she liked big purses and parting with them was not going to happen. But times like this really were annoying and it would almost push her into a smaller bag. Finally, what seemed like ages, she found the key card and slipped it into the slot. The massive living room was dark and she was trying to be careful she didn't want o run into any objects and wake the kids or Robert. They always stayed in the Penthouse while traveling and thankfully the suites were very luxurious with so much space. Robert and Claire slept in the master suite, while Robert Jr. got his own room since he was a boy, and Madison and the nanny, Gabby, slept in the other bedroom.
Claire carefully tip toed down the hallway towards her room when she saw that the door was slightly ajar and she could hear moaning coming from within. Claire was not supposed to be back for a few more hours and she told Robert to not wait up. Claire's green eyes narrowed suspiciously. She carefully moved her head towards the slightly opened door and looked in. She felt her breath catch in her throat and a wave of nausea overcame her senses. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark and she saw two people in bed, their bodies joined together passionately. Moans of ecstasy were faint but she could hear the woman's soft cries of pleasure. The woman's body was straddling her husband Robert and riding him as if she was a world-class bronco rider. The moonlight illuminating the room, most importantly the lovers in the bed, showed the woman's long, wavy dark hair. Claire couldn't believe that her husband was fucking the nanny in their bed. A wave of shame washed over her mixed with disbelief but she quietly backed away.
She could feel the hurt and pain tearing at her heart. Her heart painfully constricted within her chest pushing against her rib cage. I have to get out of here. Claire stayed long enough to look in on the kids and saw that they were soundly sleeping. As she suspected, Gabby's bed was empty. The tears were going to spill and she may scream if she didn't get out of here. Her children did not deserve to know what was happening in the next room between their father and their nanny. They were kids and Claire's motherly instincts were more powerful than even her shredded pride.
Claire practically ran out of the suite. Once the door was locked and closed and she stood out in the hall was when she was finely able to take big gulps of air, and let the tears fall. She felt like a woman broken by the one person who vowed to honor, obey, and forsake all others. Tonight, she was the forsaken one standing in a narrow hallway ALONE.