Bonnefoy

bonne.

; I don't know what to say, but what a shame
If you were mine you would not get the same
If you were mine you'd top everything ;
~b.t
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You allowed your husband to press his lips onto your temple, and you had half the mind to scoff at his actions. But doing so wouldn't make anything better. Guests would start to question and you'd have a very long and tiring argument when you both headed out.

Alfred was a good guy and you had truly admired him. He had made you laugh to the point you begged for him to close his mouth forever, he had given you a perfect amount of affection knowing that you just weren't the lovey-dovey type. But above all, he had respected you as a woman and a friend and that was really all you wanted.

But unfortunately, things had run cold between you both. Unknown to him, you knew damn well that Alfred was being unfaithful. He had no clue how many eyes you had around his workplace. It all started with you asking his employees to watch over Alfred while the two of you both decided to start eating healthy and wholesome. Meaning zero carbs and such. You had asked a few to make sure Alfred stayed true to his word when he said he would 100% keep his part of the agreement and it's funny seeing he could stay faithful to that but not to you.

From the standpoint of the people that worked under him, Alfred had been calling a certain Arthur Kirkland to his office quite a few times during the days. The duration would be from 30 minutes to even almost a full hour. You knew that a lot could be done in those time ranges. One of your pair of eyes had even walked into his office right after Kirkland left and they confirmed that the room had a tinge of sex even with the windows open.

Hearing this news did make your heart break but you laughed. You knew well that Alfred had interest in both genders and he decide to settle for you. But it seems even still he wasn't satisfied.

And here you are attending another party with a bunch of business people for Alfred to gain sponsors. As his wife, you had to attend and act your very best. You weren't a fan of people knowing your business so you put on a charming smile when needed and above all, played the part of the happy wife.

You listened as Alfred conversed with some Japanese television producer whose name you recalled was Kiku Honda. You didn't pay attention to the conversation but rather watched Alfred's lips move as he spoke fluidly. You inwardly grimaced wondering how many times the same lips that kissed you occasionally would kiss the tip of that Kirkland bastard's cock.

You unattached your arm that was hooked with his. The two men looked to you puzzled and you smiled gently and said you were going to fix up in the lady's room.

As you walked you picked up a glass of champagne from the tray of the waiter that past by you. You stood far from the eyes of Alfred and watched as happy men and women danced and talked. The event was very elegant, sophisticated, and fake.

Yes fake, you knew no one at this party was happy. No, they were happy about the money they'd make off each other as they gained alliances with partners and such. No one cared about the well-being of each other. Everyone was fake and playing a role including your cheating bitch of a husband.

You took a generous sip of your drink deeply wishing for another. But instead of another drink, you received a man.

You watched the figure made his way toward your direction. He was tall and a bit thin but his face was the winner. He was disgustingly handsome with high cheekbones bright blue eyes and a shadow of a stubble on his chin. It seemed he had hair longer than average which was tied back. You scanned his attire and spotted designer and very expansive. You pondered whether his suit was Armani or Ralph. But you decided it all didn't matter.