surprise! i decided to make another part of this! you guys are sure in for a wild ride ;)
-cooper
TW: mention of sexual activity (no graphic description)
Ever since my talk with Clay, our relationship had vastly improved. We were more open about our feelings and I had fully forgiven him. Clay's youtube channel was growing bigger every day and I couldn't be happier for him. My husband was living out his dream (pun intended).
He always made sure that I was okay and he told me when he wasn't. I supported him in every way I could.
It was all going great.
...
Which is why I wasn't expecting it when I came home to hear moans.
I tried to calm myself down and hope for the best.
Maybe he wasn't cheating on me. Maybe he was just jacking off and moaning in a really high pitched, feminine voice that definitely wasn't his. Maybe he was giving someone a really good massage. Maybe-
I should never have opened that door. What I saw would be burned into my mind forever. I can't even bear to describe it, so I'll spare you. I shut the door quietly.
They didn't notice me.
I didn't notice the tears pouring down my face.
He cheated on me. Not once, but twice. And this time it went way further than making out on our couch. No, he was having sex in our bed. The bed where we would cuddle. The bed where we would stay up late reading books. The bed where he would comfort me after a nightmare. Our bed.
I felt sick. I quietly exited out the front door and sat on the porch steps. I took in some much needed breaths of fresh air. I would look fine if you didn't notice the tears cascading down my face, and my red stained cheeks and eyes.
I decided to call Nick. I couldn't drive like this.
"Hey, George, what's up?"
I took in a deep breath of air. "Nick," I tried to keep my voice as normal as possible, "can you come pick me up please."
"Uh, yeah, sure. Darryl's over right now. Is it cool if he comes too?"
"Yeah, that's fine."
"I'll be there in five."
He hung up. I took a shaky breath, trying to calm my tears. It was good that Darryl was coming. He was really sweet and great at comforting people. He was the one I confided in when I first fell for Clay back in college. I was feeling upset at myself for falling in love with my best friend, and Darryl was able to comfort me and lift me up.
Now, I wonder what would have happened if Clay and I had never gotten together. If we just stayed as friends. He clearly didn't love me. At least not anymore. Maybe everything would have been fine if we never dated. Never married. I wish I never fell in love with that stupid, stupid idiot.
Soon enough, Nick's car pulled up in front of our house. Darryl hopped out of the car as soon as he noticed my demeanor.
"George," he kneeled down to my level and put his arm around me, "what's wrong?"
I shook my head and stood up, getting into the back seat. Darryl closed the passenger door and got in the seat next to me. He and Nick shared a worried glance. I smiled.
At least they still cared about me.
The car ride was silent. Darryl held my hand in his, trying to comfort me in any way possible.
