Woke Up To My Husband's Betrayal

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nd vanilla, but a cloying, heavy floral perfume. Joselin' s signature scent. It was everywhere, clinging to the air like a disease. My photo

door of what had been our master bedroom. A

my voice sounding distant to my own

ng in front of me to block the

sked, my eyes lo

with fake panic. "We haven' t had a chance to clean i

or

w I possessed, I shoved her a

sed to read. A bottle of men' s cologne-Jeremy' s-sat next to a jar of Joselin' s expensive face cream on the dresser. But it was the

mbarrassment. "Oh my god, I am so sorr

ho was standing in the doorway, his face the color of ash. He couldn't

out as a brittle shard of ice.

ut, his voice cracking. "We... we kept the

them, down the hall to the small room at the end. T

eets. Clean towels. Do you need anything? Water? Are you tired? You s

out our... the other room." He practically spat the words, then turned and stalked out, hi

could hear them in the master bedroom next door. The soun

whisper. "Jeremy, where am I supposed to pu

e, low and strained. "Just.

nt to wear it toni

Then another, a low moan tha

in there, just a thin wall

e soft, rhythmic creaking of the bed that started up. The sounds of their betrayal were

ug into my palms, the sharp pain a welcome distraction from the ago

trembling with a fresh wave of rage. I stalke

I screamed,

n something hit the inside of the door with a soft thud before it w

o Jeremy, standing in the doorway, shirtless, his h

t you think," he stamm

had seized me. There was something I needed. Someth

said, my voice dangerously calm.

. "What? Haylie, it' s

I repeated, my

ally nodded, a look of profound weariness settling on

n, I clutched my hands in my lap. I had left one thing there for safekeeping,

her' s

m. I walked straight to the grand, mah

?" he asked, f

ave it to you to put in th

as his eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an answer.

ollowed us in, and I saw a silent, pa

asked about it. She' d said it wa

iven it