PAYBACK IS A BITCH

Chapter two: Should I forgive him?

Billy

If you caught your spouse cheating, how would you react?

Billy cheating on me never occurred to me. He was a kind and generous husband, and I honestly thought he loved me enough to do anything for me.

What a fool. Right?

I stood at his door with my mouth ajar, the packed dinner in my hand on the floor, and my eyes gawking in shock at my husband, who was supposedly working hard in the office but somehow managed to find time to teach some blonde anatomy lessons.

"Isla!"

Billy looked at me in shock. The blonde underneath him stopped moaning like a two-bit whore to look in my direction.

"Who is she, honey?" The blonde looked like she was still in high school and looked at Billy like he was hanging the moon.

I blinked out of shock to look at Billy, waiting for him to answer the blonde bimbo question. I was amazed at how calm I was. I was still shell-shocked by everything, so I could not find the appropriate reaction.

Billy pulled his cock out of the blonde and dressed himself. "Get up," he smacked the blonde's skinny thigh to get her to move.

She did as he instructed. He pointed at the door for the blonde to leave, and she looked at him as if she couldn't believe he was asking her to leave.

"You need to leave, honey, before I kill you," I said to her without raising my voice.

My words shocked both her and Billy. They stared at my face to see if I was bluffing.

I wasn't.

Billy doesn't know that I have a mean temper, a side of me that I have carefully hidden from him. He only knows he married a gentle, mild-mannered, naive, overtrusting small-town girl.

A girl who he believed could be his little perfect housewife while he played sex in the office with whoever the blonde was.

He has no idea of this other side of me, the dark side that comes out to play when I am angry and hurt.

"You need to leave, Shelly." Billy put more force into his tone to get the blonde to leave.

I didn't move from my spot when she tried to walk through the door. She attempted to clumsily get by, hesitating each time she had to touch me to pass.

"E... ex..." She tried mumbling the words, but her voice shook so severely that she couldn't get them out, and she wouldn't look me in the eyes.

I believe it has dawned on her who I might be, which leads me to think she was aware of Billy being married before she slept with him.

After a few seconds of watching the girl struggle, I stepped aside and let her through. Her shameful departure left Billy and I alone in a room filled with palpable tension that I could cut it with a knife.

There is something else I would love to cut with a knife...

My husband's wayward dick.

"Is not what you think, Isla," Billy spoke into the silence, his broad hand moving to his scruffy brown curls to ruffle them. He looked up at me, his blue eyes pleading for understanding.

I don't understand why they are begging if what I think is not what happened.

I saw my husband fucking another woman, but he says it is not what I think. Between him and me, I wonder who is delusional.

I stared at him impassively. I was mad, I was hurt, and I certainly wanted to scream, but that was not going to change anything. So, the only option left is to