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Amelia closed the door and leaned against it with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the day's stresses lift from her shoulders. The house was quiet, and the lights were low, the only illumination coming from a soft glow filtering out from beneath the closed door of the den.

She took a moment to breathe in the familiar scent of the home she'd shared with her husband, John, for the last ten years and then walked quietly down the hall.

"Hi, honey. I'm home," she called as she pushed the door open.

The den was a comfortable space, with overstuffed furniture and dark wood bookshelves. The shelves were lined with books, pictures, and knickknacks that held sentimental value. They were the tangible reminders of the lives that she and John had built together, and despite the long hours she worked, she was grateful for the life she'd made.

"I know, I'm late but-," she said, placing her coat down on the high chair.

She crossed the room and came to a stop before her husband who was bulldozing inside her best friend on her vintage round couch.

"Amelia," John said, his voice a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

His eyes were glazed, his face flushed, and his cock was rock-hard, thrusting in and out of her best friend's wet pussy.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you had company," she said, forcing a smile.

She was surprised, to say the least. She hadn't expected to see john like this, but she somewhat expected her so called friend to make a move one of these days; she just didn't think he'd be dumb enough to take it.

"Don't mind me. You two, carry on," she said, turning away from them grabbing her coat from the chair and grabbing the tissue box off of the counter.

"No, Amelia, don't go," John protested.

Amelia looked at him and sighed, "Here Johnathan", she said, throwing the tissue box on the chair and walking towards him.

She took a picture of both of them than placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned down to kiss him gently on the forehead.

"we're definitely getting a divorce," she said.

"What? Amelia, no. We can talk about this. It's not what you think," John pleaded.

"Yes, it is. And we can talk about it with our lawyers, but you and I both know I won't change my mind. Now, if you'll excuse me.

And as for you, whore, I'll see you tomorrow at the office. Have a good night."

"Oh, and before i forget Johnathan," Amelia said, looking back at them. "She has syphilis the way, though you should know" she said with a smile.

It was funny seeing his dick shank a bit with the sudden shock, she wasn't worried though. Her husband wasn't exactly packing.

"What can i say, karma's a bitch,"

And with that, she slammed the door close behind her.

Amelia didn't have a destination in mind when she got into her car and started driving. She just needed to get out, to put as much distance as she could between herself and the wreckage of her marriage.

John. Her mind turned back to the image of her husband buried inside her best friend. A best friend that she thought she could trust. She'd seen the signs. She just didn't want to believe that someone she cared about, someone she trusted, would betray her like that.

The hurt and anger twisted her insides and a wave of grief washed over her, threatening to break her apart.

Her vision blurred and a tear slipped down her cheek, quickly followed by another and then another.