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SLAP. YELLING. PAIN. MORE YELLING.

"You little whore! How could you do this? Sleeping with a married man? Have you no respect? Husband thief! Slut! Wench! LITTLE TRAMP. I bet your looser than all the women combined." A red haired bitch keeps yelling and slaps me. Again.

I'm so surprised- I don't do anything. Just stand there and feel the cold wind on my skin and the hot growing pain in my cheek. The breeze blows loose strands of hair in my face.

"You don't even deny it. Floozy. Bitch. Pig. Hussy. Hooker! Prostitute! Tart!" SLAP. Her hand is cold and it's a weird feeling when it makes a connection with my face. At first it burns and then it throbs. I will have bruises tomorrow.

That's it. "WHO ARE YOU?"

"I'm John's wife, you whore!"

"What?" What did she say? John? Wife? Married?

Slap. Or at least the one she wanted to give me. I stepped back.

"You little shit! How dare you?"

"LISTEN, LADY. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!" If this bitch doesn't step down- I'm gonna go postal on her.

"YOU. ARE. SLEEPING. WITH. MY. HUSBAND! YOU. LITTLE. SHIT. I followed him one time and that led me here. Right on your doorstep. I stood there, listening how the both of you were getting it on! HOW COULD YOU!"

Her eyes are puffy from crying, her cheeks are red and hair messy. She is a mess.T o be honest, if some little slut slept with my husband, not that I will ever have one, I would react the same way. She is keeping it together pretty nicely. Considering. SLAP. This one has a temper. "Stay away from my husband!"

She turns on her heel and storms away. And just like that- she's gone. That little ass just ran away. She left me. In the middle of the street. With red patches on my face and ringing ear drums. But... What she said...John... Married.

I exhale. Really, Kayla? Really? How did you not see that coming? You had to see this coming. I mean, we didn't even go to his apartment, only mine, which I didn't mind, but now I curse myself for being this stupid. So stupid.

Some weird vibrations start happening in my pants. Did I put a... Oh. Phone. My phone. It's ringing. Once. Twice. Pick up, Kayla. Pick up!

"Yes?" I croak out.

"Frodo?" Mike. I didn't even look at the caller ID. "It's about John. Frodo, he's married."

How? How does he know? But fuck, it's Mike. Mike always knows. "I know."

"How?" He sounded surprised.

"His wife just slapped the shit out of me." It still hurts. I need to ice my cheek. Pronto!

"Are you alright?"

"I will be, as soon as my cheek stops hurting." And it really hurts.

"I mean, are you alright... In general?"

"Oh."Oh. I... I... am I? I'm not that sad. Actually, I don't feel anything besides my throbbing cheek. "I don't know."

"Kayla?"

"I have to go."

I hurry back to my flat. Thoughts... racing through my head at light speed. I'm more upset that he cheated on his wife. I made him cheat. He's a cheater.I hate cheaters. If it had been a one night stand- I wouldn't care, because I wouldn't find out, but now- he cheated on his wife for months! I've been the "other woman"for MONTHS!