Cos I'm on a roll. Lol.
The Wife's POV
As Paul and I strolled back to our house, I couldn't help but think how familiar that woman he saved earlier was. It's like I've seen or heard her from somewhere before but I can't pin point where. We finally reach our home and make our way inside, settling on the couch in the living room. Paul wrapped his arms around me like he did with the woman earlier. He seemed very comfortable with holding the woman earlier as if he's held her before. I shake my head. I can't think like this.
"Why you shaking your head babe?"
I gape at him, forgetting he was right behind me. "Nothing, I was just thinking."
He smirks at me, "What did I say about you doing that? Didn't I say it was dangerous." He said playfully.
Suddenly, my ridiculous thoughts of my husband vanished. That's how amazing he is, he can make me laugh and bring me up from a bad mood in a heartbeat. I wrap my arms around his neck and move over to straddle him, "I love you."
He looked at me with seriousness in his eyes. "I love you too." Placing his hands on my thighs.
An hour later, I found myself in front of his home office door. Something was pulling me here and I don't know what it is. Surely there's nothing wrong if I go into my husband's office whilst he napped. Right? Screw it! Something pulled me here and dammit I want to know. I enter his office and go straight behind the desk. All I see is a stack of papers, pens and our wedding picture. I pick it up and smile at the memory. It was definitely the best day of my life. I placed it back down and sat on the leather swivel chair. As I continue to scan his desk. I don't exactly know what I'm looking for. Am I looking for some sort of evidence that my husband is doing something? Or someone. I feel a bile rise up in my throat. No way would he do something to hurt me. Was I trying to convince myself?
As my eyes continue to scan around the room, I see his briefcase at the side of the desk. Now, I normally respected his privacy as he did mine, but surely this is not invasion of privacy. After all he is husband, and I his wife. Before I knew it, I was looking inside. I found nothing suspicious but paperwork and pens and candies. That was until I got a paper cut. I stand up and pulled out the piece of hard paper and saw it was a photograph. A photograph of her. The woman from earlier.
"What the fuck?!" I shouted. This is not happening. Maybe she's a client. Maybe he just found it somewhere. Why am I feeling the need to convince myself? Right now, I'm seeing red. Tears are threatening to fall but I'm not going to let them. Maybe I'm just assuming the worst of my husband right now. But what I don't get is why he has a picture of her. For the past few minutes, my focus has been on the picture. Suddenly, I remember where I've seen her before. It was 3 weeks ago, at Paul's firm party. The firm celebrated its 30th year anniversary and Paul and I were there. I closed my eyes and flashbacks from that night flashed in my mind. Yes, she was that woman Paul and his boss were speaking to at the party. And when I came over, she immediately left. Coming up with an excuse to leave the party early. Fuck!
"Oh shit." I hear from the door way. "Babe its not what you think."
I look up at my husband with distaste in my mouth. I'm starting to feel sick. "then tell me what I should think?"
He doesn't respond. "WELL?!" I shouted.
His silence confirmed everything I am thinking. The bastard was cheating on me. I close my eyes and sit back down before I pass out of anger. When I open my eyes he is right beside me.
"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me. I will scream this place down."
He backs away. "I didn't mean to." I hear him say.
I look at him. "Didn't mean to what? Fuck her? How you could not meant to? Were you tied up? Was it against your will? You know what, don't come at me with bullshit right now."
"It just happened." He paused. "She was lonely, I was too. I know that's not an excuse but that's the way it is."
I'm in disbelief, "You were lonely? I'm sorry but am I not here?! Your fucking wife?" I roared at him. I am so tempted to hurt him physically. "Who the fuck is she?"
When I asked who she was, his eyes widened at my will to know. I don't think he wants to tell me. I see a lot of emotions in his eyes but there is one that stood out. Protectiveness. He doesn't want me to know? Probably because he knows I will be over at that bitch's house in a heartbeat. "You don't wanna tell me?" I question him as I stalk towards him. We are now face to face, toe to toe, and nose to nose.
He just stood there gaping at me. I tilt my head to the side, "I think you at least owe me the opportunity to fucking beat up your mistress."
"Don't." he whispered. What the fuck?! As I stood there, facing my husband of 3 years, I see something. Oh shit. He loves her. Tears are building up again. I don't know what happened next. I am currently punching his chest and slapped him in the face hard. I was about to slap him for the third time but he caught my wrist. "Enough." As he steadied my arms by my side.
"How dare you tell me when it's enough? Fuck you Paul!" I shout as I shrug him away, feeling sick at being in the same room as him let alone within an arm's reach. "Get out. Get the fuck out of here. I don't want to see you."
"Babe…"
"Don't. Don't you dare. Just get out Paul."
I can still feel his stare on me. Within a few seconds he walked out. Maybe I shouldn't have sent him out. What if he's heading to her house? Did I just drive my husband to the arms of that bitch?
I stalk out of his office and head towards the front door just in time to see him start up his Hummer. I quickly picked the keys to my Merc and headed out myself. He won't tell me who this bitch is, well I'm just gonna have to find out another way. I rev the engine and pull out the driveway. I stay a few cars behind him so he, hopefully, doesn't notice. After 10 minutes, I see him slow down on Washington St and parked his Hummer. He got out of his car and headed inside the Millennium Place Boston Condos. Ahh so the bitch has money. That's when something hit me, the woman is not after Paul's money. Maybe, just maybe, she genuinely wanted my husband. I can feel every wall inside of me break down. Holy fuck this is not happening. Please let this be a dream. My thoughts were interrupted a honking sound. I wave my hand out and parked on the opposite side of the building. I have to see her. I make my way inside and no longer see my husband. Shit, how am I supposed to know which floor? Luckily I see someone at the front desk and make my way over.
"Hello ma'am, how may I help you?" she asked politely. Melinda her tag name read out.
I realise that I don't even know the bitch's name. How do I handle this? "Erm, did you happen to see a blonde man walk in a few minutes ago? About 6'4? Muscular?"
Melinda chuckled. "You mean Mr Levesque? Yes he came in just a few minutes ago."
"You know his name?"
The receptionist scrunched up her nose. "Yes I do. He's here quite often, visiting his girlfriend. Between you and me, she's one lucky woman!" she giggled.
I fake a laugh. "Can you please tell me her apartment number?" I ask sweetly, suppressing the urge to vomit.
"If I give it to you, I could get fired. I can't do that Miss…?"
"Mrs Levesque." I answer.
I watch Melinda's eyes widened and her mouth part in shock. "Holy shit" she breathed out.
I sneer, "So let's try that again. What is the number of her apartment? Tell me now or I'll get you fired anyways."
Melinda looked down at her desk, typing on her computer. A few seconds later she gives me what I need, "11th floor, the second door on your right."
I smile at her, "Thank you." I head towards the elevator and pressed for the 11th floor.
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