My billionaire husband is a CHEAT

crape against her lily-white scalp. Wrench her extensions

, clawing out of the grave. Out of hell. A devil wrapped i

Cohesive sentences broken by expletiv

lip out of my grasp li

in my direction, fill

side-by-side comparisons in

owered his standa

nce. The kind with shelves of participation trophies and awkward photos of herself in lingerie

r roots are showing. Black.

. But her tits are like watermelons. She must have back proble

rhead Barbie. As plastic as the dol

yebrows slashing over startling blue eyes. "Harr

the rage building and building, ga

hy I'm here. Like

e's not on

nother woman, giggling and cuddling

lump that forms in the back of my thro

tration and disappoint

t this be

are. R

That I would fake a business trip just

feet tiptoeing out when he thought I was asleep. Empty sides of the bed. St

t to ignore the signs when I was bombarded with fragments of the truth. Nudges from my intuition. Whispers from m

husband with som

you shoul

on seeing

moved over me had dried up to nothing. Even if we never said 'I love you' or went on dates or exchanged more than the necessar

everyone. Love shining in his eyes. Chest puffing out in

priest in a giant cathedral that echoed with prestige and

ays love yo

s carrying the subtle scent of perfume. With lipstick stains on wrinkled napkins.

t there was no preparation for this moment. No moti

sband to face

me watc

ors. Tears gushing from his incredible blue eyes. Ha

eive my script because he'

urst into the house, caught him

min

to receive

r Jerrison. Bracelets dance up scrawny

e carries through the room sounds like a g

k. Looks at me with fear a

he kn

business trip?" He has the audacity to look annoyed as he pieces everyth

s evil. The side that society beats out of us. That scho

estrain. H

them see

ice escorts. A

dad taught me that when he taught me how to box. 'You have po

walked in on their husband with another woman. Never had to choke do

ithin an inch of its life. A volcano

air and damages the

a ridiculous set piece, moved around by a Higher Being that

to a misbehaving child in the middle of aisle four. 'No

ut

d to cal

enched teeth. Every muscle in my body coils. Flames l

Let's talk about this

ompletely from her face. The kind of lips that will probably land her in a plastic sur

ate

f her. I wan

s a step toward me. Hands outstretched. Eyes narrowed. Ani

the from the pain that snaps at

morse in my h

sha

he's got the upper hand. As if I sh

uld fold myself into a little box while he plays with his tramp. Make way until he's finished

st

o me. A boulder on my ba

The other woman. I'm going to bur

oom. Grabbing the bat we store on our shelf o

"Jerrison, she's going to kill me!"

ulder and give him a cold s

riet

is pretty. Svelte. Just like Barbie. Not a scratch

o

a million pieces and feeds my rage. I bash the hood like a madwoman. Jump on th

lls at me.

nough to grab me. Smart idiots. They know I'l

rom gripping the bat so tightly. Something sharp stings my hand. I thi

m my fingers and clanks to the ground, sliding back and

I. The tears leak out of m

ll out of here. If you ever come back to this house again,

her car starts. I'm surprised when it speeds out of the gate, the m

an standing in the doorway of

my world to. My