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Chapter 31

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Chapter 31

Veronica, his wife, she's here. "Veronica." Her name comes out as a stutter followed by a forced laugh. "Hey, how are you."

She doesn't have a purse in her hand, nothing but a clenched fist. Her hair is up in a ponytail, and her clothes look as if she just rolled out of bed. I can see she's seething with rage. She looks over my shoulder at the mess of a room.

I follow her eyes. There's no sign that Joseph was here, is there? He picked up his things and left. She pushes past me and walks into the room. "Veronica, what are you doing here?" I keep my voice low.

She sees the messy bed from the open door. The broken bottle on the ground, Harry Potter and me half-naked with a tear-stained face. She goes into the bathroom. Then to the bedroom and back to me. "Where is he!?"

It doesn't take much for me to know who she's looking for-Joseph. Joseph White, her husband, and my unspecified person. He's my person, a person who I can't live without. "What are you talking about? Veronica, what are you looking for."

She switches her head towards me and slaps me-the slap echos inside the hotel room. My face stings when she removes her hand. She heaves with rage as she stares at me. Instead of hitting her back, I hold my burning face.

"You bitch," she seethes. "How dare you ask me what I'm looking for. You know what the hell I'm doing here. You've been screwing my husband."

She knows, "I- I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, is that right? You don't know" She slides her hand into her pocket and opens her phone up to a series of videos. Some are of Joseph and I walking in hotels around similar times. "I hired a private detective," she seethes. I look at what she shows me. I feel smaller and smaller as more evidence of my indiscretions come to life.

"And a good one too. So don't even think about lying." She pulls up phone logs of our conversations. The nude pictures of me, our talks about everything, and our meetups. "For eight months, you've been fucking my husband!"

There's nothing to say, no way for me to lie. She knows the evidence is there. She knows that Joseph and I have been sleeping together. "Veronica, I'm sorry."

"You're sorry! You're sorry," she repeats. "You should be more than sorry, Alice!" She grits her teeth, and I watch as a small tear fall from her eye. "You've been having an affair with my husband for fuck sake."

"I don't know what else to say," I admit. I had a feeling this day would come. Even when it crossed my mind, I had no idea what I would say. It's nothing to say in a situation like this. I am the other woman, the secret. A secret who knew he had a wife.

The situation would be different if I didn't know about her. We would work together, storm his office a,nd kick his ass. But, that's not the case. Veronica looked at me as a friend, a person who was there for the man she loves when she couldn't be. I could tell when she hugged me all those months ago that she cares about me.

That she wanted to be my friend.

Her hug was warm, so warm. A hug I did not deserve.

She sucks in her breath, "I want you to leave my family the hell alone, leave him the hell alone."

That's the problem, and I can't leave him alone. I don't want to leave him alone. I want him all to myself. "Veronica, I know this is difficult bu-"

"Difficult? Difficult! You have no idea how difficult this is. I'm talking to a woman who is fucking my husband. A woman who isn't just some quick fuck that he found at a bar. No, you're a woman who is in a relationship with him, one that goes beyond something physical."