My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Alana - Marie Josephine Ryle ~

He's going out tonight...I'm not surprised that he may or may not come back until the next day. I didn't even bother to ask my husband- I meant this man on his whereabouts. I wasn't interested, because I knew it would be a lie. This just takes me back to the conversation that we had a couple of days ago. I know he's being unfaithful to me. His words do not mean shit. His actions tell me everything that I need to know.

He is so sloppy at this.

I took this time that he was away, to snoop into his bedroom. I manipulated him into thinking everything was fine and to make him think that everything between us was okay. I still have not allowed him to move back into the main bedroom- the thought of him sleeping beside me every night since he lied to me, makes me sick. He repulses me and I have to find proof that he has been unfaithful, without him thinking I am crazy.

At least his bedroom door wasn't locked- even if it was, I would've smashed it to get it opened. Alistair and I have a lot of rooms- I hoped these rooms filled up with memories of our children, but that's not going to happen any time soon or at all...not with him at least.

I went over straight to his desk area, looking into his drawers. There was nothing evidence worthy that would end this marriage right now. His laptop was grinning at me, begging to be touched as another big form of evidence could give me the closure I needed. I sat down on the leather chair, opening up the laptop. I went straight for the keypads, and as I started typing confidently away at his password I memorised well.

"What?" I was confused as the laptop displayed 'incorrect'

I made 3 more attempts until it temporarily locked me out from trying again "That bastard changed the password" I dryly chuckled

If he has changed his password on the laptop, he has changed the password on his phone for sure. I wouldn't have expected him to change his password on the laptop, as all it would be was his emails and possibly access to his bank account. I didn't think he was that smart to even do that. I would've found a clue somewhere. That means he knows I would snoop into his room when he's not there. I should know better though, I am married to a man who always has something smart to every comment.

I need to find a way to get into his phone somehow. That means I have to act like I love him, but I don't know. I feel like he would pick up on my sudden rush of affection towards him. I still do act with love around him, to keep it up, but kissing, hugging or holding a very long conversation...we rarely do that now.

"Well lucky I collected those letters he received at the beginning of this week..." I got up from, the seat, making everything was how he left it

Those letters were supposed to be my last resort. I was desperate and I have every right to be. I allowed him to come clean and he lied. At least if he came clean, I would've tried to work it out with him, but he does not want to. I believed him the time I asked him, but the minute I brought Iman's name up, he hesitated. To be honest, I should have known this was going to happen when he introduced Iman as a 'friend'- they both share the same friends. I thought Alistair only said that, as he didn't want to cause any drama. I should've asked, but I didn't see any signs of love in their eyes when they looked at each other.

I know Alistair is having an affair with Iman. The way he looked at her when they were on TV together. You don't look at your friends like that. Soon after I noticed how he spoke to her and how she started to react towards him. Those are two people who have unresolved love for each other.

I went to visit him on set, gaslighting myself into thinking I wanted to watch their show. No, I wanted to watch how Alistair and Iman behaved in person. And I am so stupid for that because of course they would and what would I do? I would look crazy starting something- they would have something to talk about. They would probably laugh at my expense. Iman would call me crazy and Alistair would agree. You cannot possibly defend your wife when you're cheating on her with your ex-girlfriend.

Coming out of my pity party, I left his room to retrieve the letters I had hidden from him, hoping I could find something.

I gently tore the envelope apart, knowing he'd ask for the letters sooner or later. Alistair couldn't know that I had gone through them. There was nothing until the last letter revealed his bank statement. I was relieved but also anxious, waiting to read through the payments he had made this month.

A tear ran down my face- I didn't even know why I was starting to cry, knowing I had seen this coming.

Flowers...

A hotel...

Dresses...

And it wasn't like those items were for me, or he would've told me or I would've received them by now. It wasn't for his mother either- and I would be weirded out if that was the case too.

Why couldn't he just tell me that he is in love with somebody else? Why put me through this pain, to act like a damn fool. Keeping up this act is draining. I should be upfront with him- he would pin the blame on me for going through his personal belongings but making vows at the altar just to forget them for another woman is way worse.

The signs were there when we began to get serious, but all I could do was ignore them and feel nothing but sorry for him. I spent years trying to be the best girlfriend, fiancée and wife to him, thinking I was the problem and when he came around, I was happy that it was all for nothing.

Maybe it is a sign that I waited on my terms to announce I wanted children with him. It would be way more heartbreaking if he was spending more time with another woman, instead of his family that he swore up and down that he longed for.

A/N: I have finally introduced Alana's Pov, and it will certainly not be her last Pov either.

It's gonna get really sticky🍿😬

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