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Yeah, now I have to wonder… a great head, or was she just great at giving head?
I bite my lips; a nauseated feeling coming over me. I hate feeling like this. I hate knowing that at any given moment, the tears are about to come without warning.
I feel a sharp pain in my chest as I struggle to breathe. The image of Walter hovering over her is now etched in my mind, causing me to want to retch.
But no matter what, I refuse to stop running. I refuse to let Walter catch up to me and try to plead his case. In my eyes, there is no excuse for cheating.
I never gave him a reason to cheat on me. I never once denied him whenever he’d touch me as we’d lie in bed. Or whenever I’d be in the kitchen making breakfast and he’d come up behind me, pushing his hard cock against the cheeks of my ass. A lot of times, I’d even be the one to initiate the whole thing. So I know for a fact the reason he cheated is not because the sex wasn’t there. We’d get intimate all the time.
What the hell did I do wrong?
I try to fight back the tears, but as the images of my fiancé once again play in my head, I feel them sting my eyes. I have never, ever been unfaithful, and I would have done nothing disloyal to my husband-to-be.
What the hell happened to us?
He used to love me. He used to care. But now I’m wondering if every time he’d whisper those three little words into my ear if they were ever true. Did he ever mean them?
I continue running until I reach my car and quickly jump in. I start the engine and step on the gas even before buckling up my seat belt. I want to be as far away from here as I possibly can before Walter catches up to me.
But where can I go? I can’t go home. That’s the first place Walter will look for me. I can’t face him now. And all of a sudden, “home” is the last place I want to be. Now that I know the truth about us, the house we share no longer feels like home.
And that thought alone kills me, sending more tears streaming down the sides of my cheeks.
The ringing of my cell phone causes me to brake hard at a red light. Quickly looking down at it in the cup holder near the gear stick, and seeing a photo from last Christmas Eve of Walter and me in a tight embrace, I ignore it and just keep driving. I have no intention of speaking to him at this moment. As I continue driving another two miles down the dirt road, I pull over and slam my fists on the steering wheel. Why has this happened to me? Just a month until we were set to be wed, and this is what I had walked in on. How had I not been aware that we were having issues?
But then again, how was I to know? He never once gave me any sign, never once becoming distant with me when we were at home together. I should have seen the signs when he started working late every single Friday night recently. Why hadn’t it dawned on me?
As the tears steadily fall from my eyes, I know what I have to do. I know I can no longer stick around and continue living in the blindness of what is really going on. I vow to myself that I’ll be strong and carry on, wiping the last few tears from my eyes. I pull out onto the highway and begin my drive down south. It’s time for me to go. It’s time for me to start anew.
As much as the thought scares me and as much as I hate this realization, I know I don’t have much of a choice. Walter didn’t really leave me with any other option. This is the way things have to be now.
Without another thought, I call my boss’s phone and leave a detailed message about how I need some time off. It’s late, but I know as soon as he gets the message, he’ll call me back.
Five minutes later, a call comes through from him. “Serenity, what happened?” John, my boss, asks.
We’re close enough after working in his electronics department for so long that we are on a first-name basis. But he had demanded I call him by his first name after just two months of working together.
I explain to him the nasty details of how Walter had done me dirty. He doesn’t sound surprised, revealing to me how he thought it seemed odd that Walter would spend so many Friday nights late at the office. I had always figured he was just that busy, but John hadn’t been fooled. He tells me he has been married to his wife for forty-five years and would never put his work before her, no matter how important. He says love and family always come first, even before a profession.
As his words register in my mind, it makes me realize just how blind I’ve been, not seeing what was right in front of me all along.
“Take as much time off as you need, sweetheart. There will always be a position open for you at J.J. Electrics.” My boss is an angel.
“Thank you so much, John. I shouldn’t be gone too long,” I say before hanging up the phone.
* * *
Ihaven’t been to Glimerton in such a long time. Glimerton is a cute little quaint town, just on the border of New Jersey. It’s a small town where everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows your business. Sure, there’s gossip and such, but no one is malicious or trying to get over on someone else. I miss it here, but it was Walter’s idea for us to move away, since the job he accepted was over in Narrowville.
Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I came out here to visit. Maybe it was last Christmas when I came with Walter.
Walter…
How could he have done something like this to me, to us? How had it been so easy for him to forget about me for a few moments of pleasure? But what if it wasn’t a few moments? What if it wasn’t the first time it had happened?
Regardless of the fact, I need to clear my mind, and I know if anyone can help me, it would be Lissa.
Lissa is my older sister—she’s thirty-one, and I’m twenty-five—and I have always looked up to her. She is always there for me, and even now that I have been living over two hours away, she and I still check in with one other daily.
I pull up in front of her store, L. Darling’s Accessories, an hour later. Although she always closes her shop at eight, I know she’ll still be here, cleaning up and getting ready for the following day. She mostly sells holiday decorations and knickknacks to decorate around the home.
I park my car and slowly get out. I’m not looking forward to the conversation that I know will no doubt have to ensue, but I figure the sooner I get it out, the sooner it will be over. I decide to leave my cell phone right where it is; Walter is still nonstop trying to reach me, but I have no intention of talking to him any time soon.
Without another moment to think things through, I open the door and walk through L. Darling’s Accessories for the first time in so damn long.
