the sweeter when I finally came.
The ringing of the phone interrupted my fantasies.
Walking to the foyer, I picked up the phone. “Hello.”
“Hello, Sherry. I just called to let you know that I love your sexy letters.” The caller’s voice was sultry and low. It was also female and unknown.
I staggered against the phone table. “Who is this?”
“Surely you can guess. Tom wouldn’t share those letters with just anyone.”
“What are you trying to say?” I could hear the shakiness in my voice and clenched my hands.
“I like the love scenes you write for Tom and I. He thinks I’m hotter than you are.”
I hit the off button on the phone and drew a ragged breath, struggling with the reality of the phone call. Tom was cheating on me.
The phone rang again. ID unknown. It was probably her again. I pulled the cord. I couldn’t talk to her now. I needed to process this.
How long had this been happening?
Who was it?
Had they been laughing at me all along? Poor little wife trying to heat things up with her husband. She doesn’t have a clue. She’s nowhere near as hot as you.
Bastard!
Bitch!
I pushed away from the phone table. I was still shaking. Now it was with fury rather than shock.
I paced up and down the hall.
Dirty, lying scumbag.
I whirled and headed for the bedroom. He was not setting foot in there ever again.
Yanking out a suitcase I began to fill it with Tom’s stuff. When it was full, I started on another. He would have no excuse to come into the house. Everything went in. I swept up all of his toiletries from the ensuite and dumped it in there as well.
Heaving the suitcases up, I carried them out the front door and put them on the veranda. There.
I checked my watch. Not quite two o’clock. It would be hours before Tom came home.
No. This wasn’t his home anymore.
How dare he cheat on me? The betrayal bit deep but I wouldn’t take it lying down.
Striding to the phone, I plugged it back in while I fished out the card of the locksmith who’d replaced the locks after they were glued up. I stabbed in the numbers.
“Hello. I need an emergency replacement of locks.” With a few more words I had them organised to be there by four o’clock.
I paced up and down the hall again.
I’d go mad if I stayed here. Picking up my keys, I stalked to the car. The office was only a short drive away at the Hackett Shops. I needed to talk to someone. Even if Megan had a client, Trish would be able to give me some time. Trish would understand. After all, she’d been through the same thing herself.
When I entered the office I discovered Trish and Megan packaging up some internet orders.
“Thank God you’re not with a client. When’s your next one due?”
Megan flicked a look at the clock. “Twenty minutes. What’s wrong?”
“Tom’s having an affair.” As soon as I stated it out aloud I burst into tears.
Megan and Trish rushed to my side and hugged me.
My sobs increased. In the last seven months I had totally exposed myself. I had given Tom my fantasies. I had let down my inhibitions. I had left myself totally open. Throughout it all, Tom had made me feel safe, protected and loved. Only it had all been a lie. He had betrayed my trust. He had betrayed my body. My sobs crescendoed.
T he girls continu ed to pat me on the back and mad e soothing noises until my crying eventually tailed off into gulping sobs .
“What makes you think Tom’s having an affair?” Megan asked gently.
“His lover just called me up.” Sniff. “She’s read the letters.” Sniff. “She said Tom said she was hotter than me.” Sniff.
“That prick,” Trish said. “Men can’t be trusted.”
“This just doesn’t sound like Tom,” Megan said. “He’s so devoted to you and the kids. Chris says he talks about you all the time.” Chris and Tom met at the gym every Sunday for an
The ringing of the phone interrupted my fantasies.
Walking to the foyer, I picked up the phone. “Hello.”
“Hello, Sherry. I just called to let you know that I love your sexy letters.” The caller’s voice was sultry and low. It was also female and unknown.
I staggered against the phone table. “Who is this?”
“Surely you can guess. Tom wouldn’t share those letters with just anyone.”
“What are you trying to say?” I could hear the shakiness in my voice and clenched my hands.
“I like the love scenes you write for Tom and I. He thinks I’m hotter than you are.”
I hit the off button on the phone and drew a ragged breath, struggling with the reality of the phone call. Tom was cheating on me.
The phone rang again. ID unknown. It was probably her again. I pulled the cord. I couldn’t talk to her now. I needed to process this.
How long had this been happening?
Who was it?
Had they been laughing at me all along? Poor little wife trying to heat things up with her husband. She doesn’t have a clue. She’s nowhere near as hot as you.
Bastard!
Bitch!
I pushed away from the phone table. I was still shaking. Now it was with fury rather than shock.
I paced up and down the hall.
Dirty, lying scumbag.
I whirled and headed for the bedroom. He was not setting foot in there ever again.
Yanking out a suitcase I began to fill it with Tom’s stuff. When it was full, I started on another. He would have no excuse to come into the house. Everything went in. I swept up all of his toiletries from the ensuite and dumped it in there as well.
Heaving the suitcases up, I carried them out the front door and put them on the veranda. There.
I checked my watch. Not quite two o’clock. It would be hours before Tom came home.
No. This wasn’t his home anymore.
How dare he cheat on me? The betrayal bit deep but I wouldn’t take it lying down.
Striding to the phone, I plugged it back in while I fished out the card of the locksmith who’d replaced the locks after they were glued up. I stabbed in the numbers.
“Hello. I need an emergency replacement of locks.” With a few more words I had them organised to be there by four o’clock.
I paced up and down the hall again.
I’d go mad if I stayed here. Picking up my keys, I stalked to the car. The office was only a short drive away at the Hackett Shops. I needed to talk to someone. Even if Megan had a client, Trish would be able to give me some time. Trish would understand. After all, she’d been through the same thing herself.
When I entered the office I discovered Trish and Megan packaging up some internet orders.
“Thank God you’re not with a client. When’s your next one due?”
Megan flicked a look at the clock. “Twenty minutes. What’s wrong?”
“Tom’s having an affair.” As soon as I stated it out aloud I burst into tears.
Megan and Trish rushed to my side and hugged me.
My sobs increased. In the last seven months I had totally exposed myself. I had given Tom my fantasies. I had let down my inhibitions. I had left myself totally open. Throughout it all, Tom had made me feel safe, protected and loved. Only it had all been a lie. He had betrayed my trust. He had betrayed my body. My sobs crescendoed.
T he girls continu ed to pat me on the back and mad e soothing noises until my crying eventually tailed off into gulping sobs .
“What makes you think Tom’s having an affair?” Megan asked gently.
“His lover just called me up.” Sniff. “She’s read the letters.” Sniff. “She said Tom said she was hotter than me.” Sniff.
“That prick,” Trish said. “Men can’t be trusted.”
“This just doesn’t sound like Tom,” Megan said. “He’s so devoted to you and the kids. Chris says he talks about you all the time.” Chris and Tom met at the gym every Sunday for an
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