Sex dealer 2

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*Cadence's POV*

I rush into the house and run upstairs, collapsing onto the bed.

I break down there, sobbing until I have no tears left.

He didn't even stop me, he didn't come after me.

He just let me leave.

It hurts to know that it's all over.

The thing is, I trusted him with everything.

And he broke it, just like that.

I sit up and wipe my face with my sleeve and look down at the white sheets that are now stained with black, red and light brown from my make up.

Without the slightest hesitation, I push myself off the bed and pull a few suitcases out from underneath it, placing them on the bed.

I open the first one and start throwing all my belonging into it.

I full about 8 bags with clothes and shoes alone and then finally, a last large one with my make up.

I grab my laptop, iPad, chargers and bank cards to the accounts that weren't wiped I kept under a loose floorboard under my vanity.

Blake and I had agreed to leave our spare cards there, along with our passports and shit in case we ever got robbed.

Once I was done, I dragged all my things downstairs one by one and piled them into the car.

I had to close all the back seats to fit my bags and even then, four of my bags were still left.

I guess I'll just come back for them.

I get into the phone and fish my phone out of my pocket, tapping on Claire's contact a/n-Claire is her best friend and her brothers girlfriend for those of you that forgot

"Hey bitch!" Her voice exclaims.

"Hey, Claire. I need a favor." I speak slowly.

"Of course, what is it?" She asks.

"I need a place to stay for about a week, can I crash at yours?" I question, chewing my bottom lip.

"Obviously, you don't have to ask." She laughs. I can almost see her rolling her eyes through the phone.

"Thanks so much, I'll be there soon."

"Also, you know I love you, right?" I add.

"I mean, it's impossible not to. But yeah, I do." She giggles.

I smile and start driving.

...

At 9pm, I'm finally settled in a spare room in Claire's house.

Claire went to sleep early, since she has work tomorrow but I'm sitting here on my laptop, watching pretty little liars.

It's when I've finished watching three episodes that a thought hits me.

I click out of the tab that I'm watching pll in and I log onto a security camera website and enter the code for Blake's office's cameras and then a password.

I enter the date that Blake didn't come home and start watching.

I probably seem creepy as fuck but I just want to know how long he's been cheating for, it's not like I'm going to masturbate to him and another girl screwing.

I click on the red parts of the tape that show movements.

Blake's assistant walks in and paces a stack of papers on his desk at about 9am.

She comes in again and puts more papers at 12pm.

Blake enters at 2pm. Except, I remember what he was wearing that day and this isn't it.

Blake's dressed in a pair of sweats and a hoodie, not the Armani suit he left in.

At 3pm, the door opens and- HOLD THE FUCK UP.

This can't be right.

I watch with wide eyes as a man that looks just like Blake walks in, dressed in an Armani suit.

That was Blake.

So who's the other dude?

I watch as sweat pant dude springs out from behind the door and stabs Blake with a syringe, weakening him.

Holy shit.

The sweatpant dude who I'll just call dickhead holds Blake up and walks him out of the room.

I frantically click onto the hallway camera and continue watching.

Dickhead walks Blake out of the building, surprisingly without anyone seeing and gets him into a car and drives off.

I slam my laptop shut and take deep breaths with my eyes shut.

So the man I've been living with isn't Blake.

He just looks like Blake.

But who the fuck is he?

I intend on finding out.

And I intend on getting my husband back.