Isabella Rose was fed up. Between being a stay at home MILF whose identity quickly became consumed by taking care of her children, to being completely ignored by an overworked husband and what felt like everyone around her, Isabella was looking for...
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Isabella's POV.
As soon as Dick placed my phone back into my thirsty little possession, I knew I had him right where I wanted him. He'd leave me alone for a week or so. Dick's attention span is extremely short. I don't know whose worse. Dick, or Guenevere as she's flipping through her little shows on her ipad. At least Guenevere keeps her form of torture solely on me. Dick on the other hand, loves to prey on whoever he can get his clammy little hands on. So I decided to pretend to be a soulless carcass. If Dick feels like he can't torture you with his antics and his sadistic games anymore, he'll go find someone new to toy around with. I gave him just enough hope that I still wanted him after all we've been through back at the winery. Dick has the IQ of my vacuum cleaner.
Once I got the kids down for the night and Dick took off to do God knows what, I snuggled into my blanket hoping that Caine and I could reconnect. I was done being angry with him. I missed him too much. I opened up my phone and pulled up our latest messages, but there was nothing there at all. Apparently Dick went through my shit and eliminated a threat to his empire. I searched up Slayer666 and nothing came up at all. And then I felt even worse. What the fuck did that son of a bitch husband of mine say to Caine that would make him disconnect from Discord altogether? I can't be the only chick he talks to? Why the fuck would he fold like that?
I sighed and closed my phone and dozed off. I knew things were about to get a lot more boring for me this week. And boring it was. Monday I resumed my normal existence, taking care of the babies, going to parks, watching them run around the backyard, chasing after them as they destroyed every inch of the house, and I felt this frustration building up inside of me. Constantly Caine would pop into my mind. He was all I could think about. I hated the fact that things had crashed and burned so quickly. If we had just kept it to fun little sext sessions in the dark, none of this drama would have even happened the way it did.
