"Mr. Harper?" Emma called, tentatively knocking on the open door of her boss's office.
"Yes, Mrs. Murdock. What can I do for you?"
"I apologize, but I'm not feeling well. Would you mind if I left early? I can take the manuscript home with me and finish it over the weekend."
"That's not necessary. I can't recall you taking a vacation or sick day in the five years you've been here. Go home. Rest. Start fresh on Monday."
"Thank you, Mr. Harper," she said, squinting her eyes against the building migraine. He wasn't entirely wrong. She had used a handful of sick days, but Todd had only finished law school two years ago, so a vacation had been out of the question.
When he didn't pass the bar exam on his first go-round, his father made him spend another year with private tutors before he could try again. Then he hit the ground running. This past year, Todd had spent more time at the office than at home. Days, nights, weekends, it didn't matter. Luckily, Emma enjoyed being by herself as long as she wasn't alone in life.
Maybe if she felt better after a nap, she could make Todd's favorite stuffed chicken with scalloped potatoes and surprise him with dinner at the office. Kimmy was hired as a secretary for one of the senior partners about six months ago, and she seemed to live at work as well. Dinner sounded like a good idea for all three of them, after some Tylenol and sleep that is.
The hour drive felt like ten, so when Emma pulled into the parking lot, she seriously contemplated just closing her eyes right there in the driver's seat of their RAV4. Reaching for that iron will that got her through most things in life, she opened the door and stepped into the nippy fall drizzle. September had just begun, and she already needed to pull out their winter clothes.
"Note to self, Todd's heavier suits need dry cleaning," she told herself.
Walking into their apartment, she quietly set her things down and pushed off her shoes, avoiding any noise that might cause her head to throb worse than it already did. After grabbing some water in the kitchen and swallowing down a couple of pills, she made a beeline straight for the bedroom, ready to collapse from the pain.
Emma wasn't sure if it was her gasp or the shattering of glass on the black stone floor that drew their attention, but she would never forget the look on their faces. Kimmy seemed embarrassed and minutely apologetic, biting her lip with what could only be described as a shrug, and Todd was lost mid-orgasm, finishing before he collapsed on top of Emma's only friend.
"Hey, mouse. You're home early," he mumbled into Kimmy's large breasts.
"I have a migraine," Emma said quietly, her mind refusing to cooperate as the first tear streaked down her cheek. "What... When did... Why?"
Todd finally lifted himself off of Kimmy, standing and pulling the condom down his deflating dick.
"Now that you know, this will be a lot easier," he grunted in annoyance.
"You want a divorce," she stated, her heart splintering and fear setting in.
"No. Father would never allow it. You're an excellent wife, but you can't meet my needs. Kimmy can. I don't mind if you take a lover as long as you're discreet. The press can never get wind of this."
"You... you want to continue having sex with my friend?"
"Is she really your friend?" he asked smugly.
"Hey," Kimmy shouted from her spot on Emma's side of the bed. "Of course, I am. It's better your husband has a mistress you know and like. You've always loved French culture, so pretend we're like that movie 5 to 7."
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I See You
ParanormalDespite all her lists, spreadsheets, and research, Emma Murdock's-make that Porter's-life hasn't gone to plan. All she ever wanted was connection, someone who truly cared, and when she married Todd Murdock, she thought her wish had come true. Until...
