Chapter 1
The day my life changed started like any other. I awakened with the sun and planted my feet on the highly polished wooden floors of the master bedroom in my deluxe home.
The home I shared with my husband of eighteen years, and our four beautiful children. It was spring, the birds were chirping outside the bedroom window in the live oak, whose branches I could reach out and touch through an open window.
There was a smile on my face. This week’s game was an at home game and my beloved of twenty years was here for at least another week. It was nice having him home for a change.
As the leading quarterback in the NFL, his team was on a winning streak, which meant lots of travelling. And since our three eldest were in school there was no way I could travel around the country the way I used to when the kids were much younger.
On my Chippendale bureau, were the flowers my honey had sent me the day before. It was a standing arrangement; every Wednesday, no matter where he was, he sent me flowers.
These were hand delivered by him personally. It was early yet but he’d already left for team practice.
The memory of the night just shared still left me feeling the warm fuzzies. The feel of his seed on my inner thighs made me blush just a little, at the memory of how it got there.
My heart felt light; there was so much love and pride there. Pride because after all these years, we’d held fast to each other and stayed true. Even through long separations, when the team had to be on the road for away games.
I was just about to go take my morning shower and get ready for the day. That’s when someone ripped away the curtain of gold silk and left me staring at a blank dark wall.
It started with that first phone call. Some strange voice on the other end, telling me how she’d single handedly brought down my little world of flowers and tiaras, because yes, until that moment I had always been my honey’s princess. No one else had ever filled that role.
I remember feeling numb and thinking, this cannot be. There’s no way that this could be happening to me. I’ve done everything right. I’m a good wife, mother and friend. I bake cookies for little league for goodness sake.
I’ve never cut anyone off while driving, never ran a red light. And why was I thinking about all this stupid shit at a time like this? Some female had just told me she’d been screwing my husband for the past year.
After the buzzing in my head went down, I gathered my thoughts. First do I believe her? If it is true what stand do I take? Do I play the victim or come out swinging?
Three cups of coffee later, I was still at a lost. My kids had gone off to school, and I couldn’t tell you what any of them were wearing. I think I fed them, but I can’t remember what.
I felt myself slipping into that dark place in my mind. My stomach hurt, my heart hurt. I walked around the big old house looking at all the memories.
My beautiful family; had it truly been tainted? Had the man that I loved and trusted, really done me wrong? I tried to remember if I knew anyone who’d been through this. Someone I could call on for advice.
The phone rang again and I picked it up without thinking. It was her, calling to rub it in. That pissed me off, really it did. “Listen cunt, you might be fucking my husband, the jury’s still out on that. But you and I are not friends, if you call my house again I’ll have you up on harassment charges.” Click.
That felt good. Took some of my power back. Now to get out of this robe and get myself together. It was almost time for the cheating asshole to return home.
Chapter 2
“Honey I’m home. Babe where are you?” I heard him come through the door with his usual entrance. I used to think it was so cute, now with that girl’s voice ringing through my head, I couldn’t find the humor. That’s sad, one more thing tainted.
How was it possible that someone or something could cause so much destruction, in the space of one little phone call? Just a few hours ago, this man was the love of my life. Almost the fucking air I breathed.
It was do or die time. I wasn’t sure if to turn on the waterworks and go down the path of the poor betrayed wife? Or fight like the hellcat I used to be. I had to think fast, because his footsteps were bringing him closer to where I sat in the kitchen.
“Hey babe what’s the matter, what’s wrong?” He came over to my chair, all sweet concern; the snake. I evaded his hand as he went to touch my cheek.
"Travis, your side twat called me today."
"My what?"
"You know, the slag you've been screwing for the past three months." Total Bambi caught in the headlights. Click. I took a snapshot with my cellphone. Gotta save this shit for prosperity. Oh yeah motherfucker, that's the sound of your balls in a vice. I guess I went with hellcat.