It's a nice contemporary duplex. No less than four bedrooms. A G-class Mercedes parked outside. I wonder briefly if the car was a gift from my husband too. I already know the house is. I get out of my car and instruct my driver to park right outside and wait for me.
I look at the house again about to step in when my phone rings. "So are you in? Did you find the place?", Ronke's voice shrills in my ear.
"I just got here.", I respond, dryly. "Thank you for the gate code."
"Of course dear. I only wish you would just let me come with you. Imagine the stupid girl has been living in my estate this whole time.", she droned on. "Just tell me where you are, I will come right away. You're just too calm. You need my energy there so she knows she shouldn't play with you. "
"I'll call you later, Ronke." I say simply and hang up.
I slip my phone back into my Birkin and walk up the driveway to the door of the house my husband's whore calls home.
I ring the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door opens to reveal the person I have come to see.
I look her over from head to toe, assessing her looks.
"Hello?" she greets, probably more than a little confused.
I shake my head as I calmly walk up and gently nudge my way in. It will always be slightly annoying just how predictable my husband is. She looks exactly as I expected her to. A younger version of me ... and every other woman he's ever been with. Light-skinned with an hour glass shape and big hips.
